[ She can't believe any of what she's hearing. It's like static to her ears, ringing that overtakes her whole senses and makes her nose tingle. Emotions flaring wild and hot and edging on so very hurt.
Why can't he say more? Why can't he fight a little more for her? What is with thisβ I'll remember that. Remember what? Fights between them have never felt this painful, his jealousy edging the knife into her a little deeper, a little more visceral. He says I'll remember that and Lottie is at such a loss on what to do, wonders why can't he be easier to deal with. Why can't he just tell her point blank what's wrongβ why isn't he satisfied with what she's saying?
It should be enough. Caroline and her never even got serious. She's just a friend. Just a friend. Marc has his friends. People (a person) who he's fucked and can have around, won't sacrifice for her because she won't ask him to. Lottie's unreasonable but she's not that unreasonable, just emotionally stunted. Confused. Blinking away angry tears because her perfect night has been perfectly ruined. ]
Fine. Remember all the stupid stuff my stupid mouth said!
[ Just as blunt, maybe a little more bitter. Vaguely watery despite how firm it manages to come out, which makes her proud. Not so much it makes up for the dumbest fight they've ever had in existence, the one where Marc is mad at a hug and can't get it out of his head. She stares at his lips, so used to giving him a kiss goodbye before she goes to wash her face and prepare for bed ("bed") that she nearly does it. But then she remembers she's angry and haughtily takes her heels off, leaves them somewhere on the ground before reaching out for her phone to leave. ]
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Why can't he say more? Why can't he fight a little more for her? What is with thisβ I'll remember that. Remember what? Fights between them have never felt this painful, his jealousy edging the knife into her a little deeper, a little more visceral. He says I'll remember that and Lottie is at such a loss on what to do, wonders why can't he be easier to deal with. Why can't he just tell her point blank what's wrongβ why isn't he satisfied with what she's saying?
It should be enough. Caroline and her never even got serious. She's just a friend. Just a friend. Marc has his friends. People (a person) who he's fucked and can have around, won't sacrifice for her because she won't ask him to. Lottie's unreasonable but she's not that unreasonable, just emotionally stunted. Confused. Blinking away angry tears because her perfect night has been perfectly ruined. ]
Fine. Remember all the stupid stuff my stupid mouth said!
[ Just as blunt, maybe a little more bitter. Vaguely watery despite how firm it manages to come out, which makes her proud. Not so much it makes up for the dumbest fight they've ever had in existence, the one where Marc is mad at a hug and can't get it out of his head. She stares at his lips, so used to giving him a kiss goodbye before she goes to wash her face and prepare for bed ("bed") that she nearly does it. But then she remembers she's angry and haughtily takes her heels off, leaves them somewhere on the ground before reaching out for her phone to leave. ]