This was her chance to come to her senses and stop the insanity. This was her chance to break the cycle for once and for all. He gave her an opening; she only had to take it. The problem was that this whole arrangement was her idea, and she still felt the same way now as she did then. While she wasn’t permitted to be with him, while she knew that this didn’t make up for the loss she experienced two years ago, she still couldn’t find the words to actually end it. She had to have any part of him that she could. This was the only way. Maybe one day she would gain some sense of control and end it, but she couldn’t do that now. She was too addicted to him.
Holy style inconsiscencies, Batman! I got stuck at at the station for an hour today without any drawing materials on me, so I nipped into WHSmiths to get myself a cheap-ass sketch pad and a mechanical pencil and hi-ho, Silver, away!