So sometimes I listen to Free and get angry, and sometimes I see similar-ish things said in fics and I don't think it's explored enough and even THIS isn't explored enough but I write in scenes and am pretty bad at adding more so uh...sorry?
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"It just felt like I could talk to him about all of it. Like I could tell him anything." Rumi doesn't expect the absolute silence after that.
When she finally looks up her breath catches in her throat.
Everything about Mira's posture screams anger. The white knuckled fists shaking at her side, the clenched jaw. Everything Rumi expected. And yet, tears stream down Mira's face and her breath comes quick and shaky through her nose. Her expression isn't the fury Rumi prepared for, no. It's devastation. Anguish, like Rumi ripped out her soul and gave it to Gwi-ma.
"Tell me you see the problem with what you just said." Zoey says quietly.
When Rumi looks at Zoey she expected the tears, the sorrow, the kicked puppy. Instead there's nothing. Her face is a mask of neutrality.
Rumi blinks, confused. She wasn't expecting acceptance, she wasn't expecting niceties. But this? The complete one-eighty of reactions from her girls Zoey and Mira. She doesn't know what to do with this. Her brow furrows, what does that mean? How could that be a problem? She couldn't—
There's a harsh laugh and again, Rumi's taken back that it's from Zoey and not Mira. Mira who is still shaking with anger and something else Rumi can't figure out.
"You don't see it. You really don't." Zoey shakes her head. "You knew him for less than a month, Rumi. What, three weeks, max? And that somehow erases the years you've know us. Years!" Zoey's voice raises gradually as she goes, cracking every few words as she tries to stop the tears of fury from choking her.
"You never gave us the chance to!" Zoey yells. "You never gave us a fucking chance! No matter how often we asked! No matter how often we told you we'd still fucking love you!" Zoey's voice breaks, "All I wanted, all we wanted was to love you, Rumi. All we wanted was to be close to you, to share your joy, to share your pain. We gave you your space, we gave you, god, we gave you everything and you threw it all away for what? A fucking demon who turned on you the second he could. I'm so— I'm so angry," She barks a laugh, sudden, abrupt. "And it's not like we're blameless in this. We pointed our weapons at you," At this Mira finally makes a noise, a small whine she tries to hide at remembering. "The worst part? I don't even hate you. I get it, I do. But I can't— I can't be here right now."
"No. I'm sorry, Rumi. I'm not," Zoey takes a shuddering breath, "I can't do this, not right now." She brushes past Mira and heads towards the elevator.
Mira and Rumi watch her go and after a brief silence, Mira starts walking away too.
"Mira?" Rumi asks, voice small, body curling in on itself.
Mira pauses and looks back at Rumi.
Mira leaves without a word.
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