Dylan laughed, a harsh bark that almost hurt to choke out. Their fists clenched, electricity crackling just beneath the surface, it took every bit of restraint they had not to snap. She didn’t get to do this. She didn’t get to tear them down and then walk away. Not again. She’d done it once, and back then they’d ran. This time, they weren’t leaving.
“Are they? It all looks the same to me. You’re still in front of me, insisting you feel nothing, and walking away. Nothing changed at all.” Venom dripped from every word, not daring to get any louder, should someone else hear. They just didn’t get it. They thought they’d done everything, right, thought things had been fine, only for her to rip the rug right out from under them. “You don’t want me with you, but you don’t want me with anyone else. How miserable do I have to be to make you happy?”
The soon turned on her heels and looked back at Dylan, a dark look in her eye. Her skin had heated up like it usually did when she felt an emotional particularly strong. Don’t think about how hot they look when they’re mad, you’re also trying to be mad at them, she thought to herself. She took a few steps forward so she was even closer to them. “First of all, you don’t get to shoot your mouth around about how I feel, or what I want.”
“Secondly, yes. Things are different. Do you see my dad walking around here? That I’m being policed by family members? No. So that’s one mark against how things are different.” The brunette added. “You don’t know how many times at home I would have to lock myself in my room and cry my eyes out about how much I didn’t want to leave you. I had to lie to my family every day about what was going on. That wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I should’ve been adult about the whole thing and told them what was really going on, but I didn’t. Because of what happened with my dad and my brother, I -- I didn’t want that happening again. Yes, it was selfish. But fuck... It hurt so much. “I don’t want you to be miserable at all, what even?” Cassia asked rhetorically. “When you upped and left, Dad saw how bad I was getting and sent me away. While I was gone. I tried desperately to find you, or have some sort of contact with you. I think I pissed everyone off there by the amount of times I’d asked if they found any sort of way yet. Everytime I was left with a ‘no’, it made me try ten times harder.” She explained, tears spilling from her eyes as she made blunt eye contact with the other. “So finally, if that, Dylan, is me not caring and me not wanting you, then I don’t know what is.”
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