that pout. those eyes. the perfectly measured cadence of his voice. just a few of the multitude of things that drive molly prewett insane. it’s unfair, really. how even after all that’s been said — after everything they’ve both done to hurt one another — he can just waltz up to her in such a bold fashion and wrap his arm around her as though no bad blood was between them. the fact that he has the audacity to mention her family, how much they loved him. as though she didn’t know already or deal with the consequences of calling their engagement off in full ( almost cast out entirely for going against her parents wishes, and even now years later they still didn’t look at her the same ). she recoils at each word that comes from his lips and drips like poison into her ears.
“ i’m not– i’m not scared of anything lucius. ” her hands clench into fists at her sides, shoulders coming up as she bristles in defense of his attacking statement. “ and i’m certainly not scared of being alone with you. have you ever stopped to consider the fact that i may just not enjoy your company ? or is it truly impossible for you to fathom that someone may just not like you ? ” the words seem to just keep coming, molly unable to stop as she snowballs further into her delirious meltdown.
“ you don’t scare me, if anything you’re just incredibly fucking annoying and disrespectful of the fact that i don’t want anything to do with you. ” lies, all of it. she had never been a liar until him, never had to hide her true feelings. but now, in the middle of the corridor as she spit at him in anger, she was lying more than she ever had. he terrified her. the things she felt for him terrified her. there was nothing she wanted more than to take back everything she had done in the past few years and go back to how things were — the two of them happily in love rather than savagely hating one another. however, neither could swallow their pride enough to admit that — she especially. “ when are you going to realize that i just want to be left alone ? i’m not yours anymore, i’m my own person and i don’t owe you anything ! ”
he blinks back at her slow, silent & with every word falling past her brims, he can feel his insides disintegrate. did he do this to himself on purpose ? was he looking for, asking for, her to hurt him this way ? he had to know to some extent, he supposes, that if he pushes too hard, she would snap & it would only end up deepening the dent she’s made on his heart. how pathetic of him, to be willing to do this to himself just to have her attention. how utterly disgusted he is of himself for being so desperate for anything she is willing to give him. it’s terrifying, truly, because it’s been years & yet every time he looks at her, it feels as if only hours have passed from the moment she’s decided to rip his heart from his chest. how weak must he be for not wanting to heal ? to look & look for a way to make himself bleed more for her ? perhaps, he believes that there will be a point, when the wound is too deep, too painful to pretend it’s love anymore.
‘ no, but it does sound fucking impossible, even after two years, that you’ve just decided that’s how you feel about me, out of the blue. no warning, no explanation, no nothing. you know exactly what you did, you know how you made me feel, but i suppose that didn’t really matter. after all, you said i’m bad for you, i don’t let you be whoever you want to be. tell me, molly, did you feel better after you’ve made it clear you thought i was trash ? do you feel like better person now ? did it help ? i sure hope it did. ’
he barely noticed when he’s lost his cool, when his mouth started moving without the permission of his brain, every word falling off his tongue wrapped in hurt. this is not what he wanted, this is not what he approached her for. this, is too much, too real, too painful & he chokes on his own inability to quit it. ‘ you don’t own me anyth –– of course you do ! of course you do ! you owe me something, anything, that makes this fucking hole in my chest go away because i am tired, sick of not being able to breathe when you’re around. you don’t deserve my attention, you don’t deserve shit from me, but i can’t stop. i can’t stop because i know that if i leave you alone you’ll just forget about me & i can’t bear the thought. do you have any idea how that feels ? do you know that i’ve been losing my fucking mind because of you for years now ? you destroyed me. ’