he'd better be actually dead, was what she told her friend ten minutes ago. the worst part of this whole ordeal? people knew before she got here what happened this summer between her and fitzgerald o'callaghan ⸺ and like the sniveling rats they are, searching for any sign of weakness in the foundations of her, they asked anyway. she had just gotten through explaining the whole situation when she saw him.
her heart's dropped in fitz's presence before. when he drunkenly took a swan dive off the dresser in her dorm, or when he whispered things he did not mean into the charged air between them on nights they never speak of. her heart dropped now because of a familiar, wretched feeling: hurt. she narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms over her chest, and tilted her head. "forget something, fitzgerald?" she asked, as sweetly as she could. her friends behind her tensed, and, smartly, found somewhere else to be.
closed starter, kitron : post - dinner. @fvlsegcd for fitz
