Jack's hands cupped her face in them. The gentle smile he had never faded. She reminded him some of Alice, his real daughter. Even had some of the same features. But he'd never really been there for her due to who he was, what he did and what he was. None of those would make for a good relationship.
"You look at yourself one day and say 'I don't want to be this anymore'. You realize that you're destroying yourself and those around you by holding onto that hate. That you make him more important than he is and rules you more. Hate is just as much a tool for manipulation as love is."
He tapped a fingertip to her nose as if she were a small child in his lap instead of a fully grown one.
"You're too pretty to hate someone. Puts lines on your face."
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Jack's hands cupped her face in them. The gentle smile he had never faded. She reminded him some of Alice, his real daughter. Even had some of the same features. But he'd never really been there for her due to who he was, what he did and what he was. None of those would make for a good relationship.
"You look at yourself one day and say 'I don't want to be this anymore'. You realize that you're destroying yourself and those around you by holding onto that hate. That you make him more important than he is and rules you more. Hate is just as much a tool for manipulation as love is."
He tapped a fingertip to her nose as if she were a small child in his lap instead of a fully grown one.
"You're too pretty to hate someone. Puts lines on your face."