The comment about how Laurel exhilarated perfection was the last subject in their conversation that was less serious. It was mostly a playful situation that often happened between them both whenever they were in each other’s presence. But everything else was the last thing she wanted from someone she considered a friend and was making it all about them.
At first, she felt the name almost slipping through partial opened lips, but the rage coming from Raine was there. It was what restrained her from being something she effortlessly was: an open book. There was no need of using her magic to be able to perceive it so clearly, and that became a red flag to herself at that moment. She wouldn’t blame the drops of alcohol within her system, nor the weed she had smoked a couple of times, the hurt came from history written years ago.
“You want to be my friend… so you’re not my friend? What was I to you through all these months?” She raised an eyebrow. A sigh escaped, defeated. She had no intentions of accepting their behavior. “You know who didn’t let me have my own secrets and make my own decisions about what I want to share or I don’t feel ready to, Raine? My father. He demanded information just because he had a distaste over not having them, because he felt weak by not having this power over everyone to make sure they were trustworthy or not. And he doesn’t control me anymore, so I won’t lose those pieces again to you if you can’t see in me a friend. If you’re saying that you can’t be my friend unless you know everything about me. I don’t know everything about you and no matter how much you share with me about your life, I still won’t know everything about you. Still, I trust you. Trusted you.”
A brief moment of silence was offered before assertively, she shared just a few more words. “I need you to leave.”
Raine let out a low growl. It was all they could do not to further escalate the conversation. Which part of them really wanted to, and they weren’t so sure how long they could keep themselves from doing that as they listened to Laurel talk. Such a stupid thing to be arguing over, Raine decided, but they had told her last time, they had opened up to her last time and told her that they had difficulties trusting people. Their face was contorted into a frown, lips tightly pressed together when she told them to leave.
“Fine, fine, all I wanted to do was help, but fuck ye don’ need me as a friend,” they said, because it was much easier to accept that Laurel just wanted them gone, that she didn’t trust them enough, never had, never had completely because they had never been in a situation like this before. “Also, I didnea fucking say that, I said ye gotta open up. Ye don’ need to fucking share everything with me, just enough so I can be a friend to ye, just enough so I can be here and help.” They stomped out the joint against their pants, gave her one last look over, and made their way to the door. It was easier to be the one walking away. Instead of being the one who was being left behind.
Then why did it feel as if it was the other way around.