[b]Heather - Resting Period - Hank[/b]

Heather felt her heart go still in her chest.

He had pushed her away...
He pushed her away and told her not to talk to him...
He could barely look at her...

As he walked away Heather stayed frozen to the spot, eyes wide and mouth open. Her eyes had the doe in the headlights look that was quickly blurred as tears gathered. A pain started in her chest, an ache that ate away at her getting bigger and bigger.

He pushed her away... she needed him and he pushed her away...

She waited for him to turn around, to say something else, hell for him to even flinch a little.
Nothing.
He just walked away like it was nothing.

Heather's chest started to jerk in an effort to breathe without pain. Her eyes blinked rapidly and she stared blankly at the ground, trying to deny that the last 10 seconds hadn't happened.
Hank had never done this before. No matter what arguements they had he was always there, he had never walked away from her.

He didn't want her, didn't want her presence. Did just the sight of her make him sick?
Her hands shook as she wrapped her arms around herself. She had felt dirty since that night, unable to get clean, unable to get the feeling of their hands off of her. She felt disgusting. And apparently she was disgusting if Hank couldn't stomach her.

Her legs felt shaky so Heather sank down onto a log. She turned her back on everyone, so no one would see her cry. She covered her face with her hands and proceeded to silently break down. It was the kind of crying that had no sound, just a lot of shaking and a lot of pain in the lungs and chest. She wished she could find a room somewhere and just scream and cry and sob loudly until she couldn't breathe, but that was possible.
People would probably see her crying and just think it was PTS over what had happened. No one had to know the real reason she was breaking right now. No one but him and it appeared he didn't care one way or the other. Not anymore.