tanaka, christian.
Christian kept opening his mouth to interject, but Elodie was so swept away by her own senseless tirade that she wouldn’t even take a breath. So the longer she raved, the more time Christian had to boil, his fists and jaws clenching harder with each passing second. He didn’t usually take the long rant approach, but today? With Elodie? He dove right into the deep end.
“I can’t fucking believe you, you literally live in your own fucking fantasy world, don’t you? Just because I have a sense of humor doesn’t mean that I’m being a jerk to you, I was just trying to have a fucking conversation with you, and of course you can’t take a fucking joke one time, and you make it like I’m the fucking devil trying to kill you or something. Do you think I give one single fuck what you wear or what you look like? I have better things to do than sit around judging what you look like in a dress. I’m not making fun of you, it’s called having a good fucking time, and if you feel so fucking bad about being a stick in the mud, which I have never called you, maybe you should try to figure out why you think that. Maybe you’re just so insecure about how you can never relate to anyone because you’re too busy being judgy and acting like everyone is out to fucking kill you, when in reality they don’t give to shits. That’s right, Elodie, I don’t hate you, I literally just don’t give one single fuck about you or what you do, as long as you leave me the fuck alone and stop treating me like a piece of shit. And for the last fucking time, I didn’t push you into the fire!”
She can’t tell if it’s the ringing in her ears of the way her stomach churns with each word he speaks, but there is something about the INTENSITY of the situation — of the rage she feels at the lack of admittance of his own wrongdoing, of the guilt and shame she feels when she realises that HE’S right too — but Elodie can’t hold herself back. Tears blur her eyes, and yet, she still manages to take a step forward, inching closer to him to she can mutter, as viciously as she can: “ FUCK YOU, CHRISTIAN. ”





