“ hey. ” she’s not still bitter about being left in the middle of absolutely nowhere, bleeding, and having to find her way back. she’s absolutely not bitter about the man she’d hitchhiked with seemed to be the most curious person she’d ever met. no, she’s couldn’t be bitter about the fact that they still play the one jackson five song that she never wants to hear again on the radio. “ i’m really glad to see you found your way back here from fucking nowhere. with all the walking, and the old roads, and the weird hitchhikers. ” okay, she might be a little bitter “ that must’ve been a trip.” it’s the faux concerned innocence that should be a warning sign. because when she snaps ... “ oh, wait. that was me. ” nodding as though it’s all coming back to her, clear spite on her features. “ and if i remember correctly, it was your fault. ” a lot bitter and increasingly petty, apparently. “ thanks for that. i really loved getting to know blood loss in the front of some asshole’s sedan while he talks about his tunes. ” // @heavenswar