[ Starved of sound on the dry days, the careless snap of twigs under her boots is as cathartic as twisting bubblewrap until it's burst flat. It peppers in among the cacophony of his breath, heavy and just as careless. She shirks off his apology with a scoff, warranted to stop and face him when he blurts his heart onto her heels. ]
I tried to stop that. [ For the fuck of pete, there's nothing to see in her that's worth the trouble. What few positive qualities she has, he can find in spades elsewhere, spring-like and sweet instead of fossilized beneath layer upon layer of bad shit -- which, honestly, he could get elsewhere too, if that's the appeal. She's not the only manipulative, sarcastic asshole around.
Jess fixes him with a watery glare, advancing a step lest he think he's made it on the list of things she's running away from. ] I killed you, for Christ's sake. Did you just forget about that?
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I tried to stop that. [ For the fuck of pete, there's nothing to see in her that's worth the trouble. What few positive qualities she has, he can find in spades elsewhere, spring-like and sweet instead of fossilized beneath layer upon layer of bad shit -- which, honestly, he could get elsewhere too, if that's the appeal. She's not the only manipulative, sarcastic asshole around.
Jess fixes him with a watery glare, advancing a step lest he think he's made it on the list of things she's running away from. ] I killed you, for Christ's sake. Did you just forget about that?