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...he kept running his fingers harder and harder across his knuckles... His eyes unfocused, on anything real or imagined. She kept looking at him and nothing else. She appeared calm but could feel the molecules that comprised her crashing against each other, desperate, like stags fighting for dominance but evenly matched. He kept saying ''...i want to but i can't,                       i want to but i can't,                          i want to but i can't...'' sometimes pacing, sometimes not. At some point she screamed: '' It's not about DECIDING.         it's about EXISTING'' only without moving an inch, too afraid of what the molecul