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Go back to him, your time here is finished, there's nothing here to hold you. Really -- I know I haven't got anything to offer you, he's saying to you. You feel all tight inside constricted and angry, you're grimacing but can't say anything, feel like crying. He's trying to apologize, waffling now, sort of trying to pretend it never happened, grinning at you in embarrassment, and you feel torn. Softening you move a little closer to him and your eyes are a little clearer now, and you're letting the tears come a little too.

Jackson moves away after a while and starts getting ready to go out, you still don't want to go out, there's a chill in the air suddenly, and you feel like crying again. But he's off, there's no use, the resentment's setting in. Melissa really hated the kind of resentment she couldn't help but feel toward Jackson and it made her wonder why she was staying with him. She was on the phone now with a mix of friends and editors, looking for succor and work.

But somehow they both feel like moving in together, he in his blankness and lack of affect, she in her reluctant hostility.