“I don’t know if this is something we can fix.”
there it is. the confession makes her angry, a feeling that took root deep within her before anything else. how much had they been through together in comparison to all that had happened apart? barely anything. what disagreements and differences of opinions were nothing when it came to the past. her expression darkened, arms crossed over her chest. ‘ isn’t it ironic that you don’t want to fix this minor thing, but every time your brothers come calling, you have all the time in the world — even when they go out of their way to hurt you. ‘ things she had never done, not on purpose, never to her permanent detriment. ‘ if you don’t care, just say so. ‘ // @fiercerebekah













