Ryan então fez um careta para ela com sua primeira frase e depois ficou sério com a segunda - You didn’t call any one? Not even Noah? - perguntou um tanto perplexo deixando o rolo de tinta no chão e virando todo seu corpo para ela - He must be worried. It’s been, what, three months that you didn’t talk to him? - falou olhando para ela - You know that you have to talk to them someday, right? All of them.- perguntava algo óbvio que já deveria ter acontecido na vida de Brooklyn desde que tinha saído da reabilitação ou até antes. Suspirou se distanciando e sentando em uma cadeira de plástico que tinha no meio do quarto - What’s the problem, Brook? What are you afraid now? - apoiava os cotovelos nas pernas olhando para ela de longe, querendo entender o que se passava em sua cabeça.
Brooklyn suspirou com as falas do homem que agora sentava no meio do quarto a olhando, esperando que ela lhe desse motivos ou explicações. - I didn’t talk to anyone, Ryan. Not even my mom. - falou fingindo indiferença continuando a pintar. Escutou ele e parou mexendo a cabeça - I know, I know. “Someday”, not today, or this week, or even this year. - falou agora apoiando o pincel no chão e olhando para ele. - It’s not about of being afraid - passou a mão na cabeça, por alguns segundos deixando o silêncio se instalar - I disappeared. I just stop everything. - suspirou olhando para ele - My phone have million messages from months ago, and I know they worry but I hurt them. - abaixou a cabeça - I’ve only asked you to tell Noah when I had runway twice. Troye only knows because you were drunk and I was disturbing you to know about Petri, and even though, it’s been only a month that he knows. - suspirou mexendo a cabeça - I made you lie to your best friends, and trust me Mavee, you are not the best liar. I wanted to know about them, and you had to lie to Mike saying I was in a stupid trip, and you only knew because of Max. I made you do that, I’m responsible for that. - as lágrimas começavam a cair, era algo que estava cotidianamente acontecendo agora em sua vida. - I cheated on Petri, with your ex. I hurt him, and didn’t give any explantion, only that was who I am. - passou a mão no rosto limpando as lágrimas com raiva - Fuck, what shitty person I am. - reclamou de se própria mexendo a cabeça - I hurt you, Mavee, many times, and I used you, and you are still here. Why? I don’t know. But I don’t have the face to do the same thing with them. - suspirou olhando diretamente nos azuis dos olhos dele - That’s the problem. -