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Lourdes had been looking for Cleo all night. And when she finally managed to come into close proximity to the woman, something inside Lourdes just chickened out, unable to talk to the other without feeling something constricting her chest. The blonde’s replies to Cleo had been unnecessarily cruel and she knew that. In the moment, it had felt right to lash out at the person who caused her pain. But when the dust had settled and she was more collected, Lourdes immediately regretted saying all of those things. She had acted petulant, and most importantly, she had acted like a callous friend.
It had been a long week without Cleo’s company, and yet she kept getting cold feet about apologizing. What was she going to say? A lame apology felt empty, and for all she knew, the raven haired woman would throw it back in her face and for all it was worth, Lourdes would deserve it. Yet, she floated next to the bar, watching the other’s golden dress and smiling wistfully at the design; something she would have definitely either coveted or suggested. A small bump sent Lourdes tumbling forward, right into the former’s periphery and she immediately froze, unable to look away from Cleo. “....Good.” The blonde haired girl stammered for words, unable to speak even the most primitive words and just blurting the first thing she could think of. “I mean, you look good.” Lourdes most definitely didn’t want to do this.