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Oh.
For the first time in a long time, Lydia is speechless. No witty retort, no enlightening remark. She wants to say she saw it coming, because she should have, and she’s so stupid because she just didn’t. She believed him, between kisses with upturned corners of lips, and whispered I love you’s. She put every ounce of faith and trust that she had in him, truly thought he was different, even with his scratchy beard and defined jaw line and the leather clad torso that screamed off limits.
So when he tells her he cheated on her, all she can do is laugh at herself.
For a genius, she really was stupid.
“I really wish I could have been enough for you,” she admits honestly. “I really wish you could have withstood being with me for even an hour before screwing someone else, but I guess both of those things were far-fetched to begin with.”
She swallows the lump in her throat, curses the stinging sensation of tears threatening to fall from her eyes. And despite herself, she manages a watery smile.
“It was nice while it lasted.”
