[Her stomach flips when the knock comes; she hasn't been able to figure out, yet, whether she'd rather he didn't come at all, or whether that would be worse. These days, these visits, used to be oddly enticing; and even if at first she'd rebelled against the notion that he'd win her (on sheer principle,) privately Cameron had kind of liked the certainty that she'd have a chance at happiness.
Having that taken away, though... Uncertainty might be easier. She doesn't need to check the peephole but she does; and pauses for a breath after opening all the locks, eyes shut and leaning against the door as though burdened by the weight of questions she can't answer, answers she can't bear. But she won't leave him out in the hallway, and drawing another breath she pulls it open, not able to pull a smile but managing not to look as worried as she is.]
it seems that all my bridges have been burned, but you say that's exactly how this grace thing works
Having that taken away, though... Uncertainty might be easier. She doesn't need to check the peephole but she does; and pauses for a breath after opening all the locks, eyes shut and leaning against the door as though burdened by the weight of questions she can't answer, answers she can't bear. But she won't leave him out in the hallway, and drawing another breath she pulls it open, not able to pull a smile but managing not to look as worried as she is.]