[ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 ]: MCQUEEN , LANDON. ⁽ @kingprix ₎. said : despite what you might think, i don't blame you.
his words draw out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding. quiet, and shaking: waiting for the anvil to drop and for the moment to be squashed by the return of anger's heavy hand. she can't blame him for being angry — she never could, despite how much she tried. how much she wanted to hate him back for no other reason than to bury the love that her heart held for him with it. but she couldn't ... and she'd been living with that reality now for months: living with the knowledge that she had fucked up the one good thing that life had given her. and she wants to apologize — wants him to know that, in spite of everything that had unraveled between them, she still wants what is best for him ...
it's why they're here. why she's asked him to meet her, in the aftermath of another nail - biting fight for the looming championship. and even though she would have understood it if he didn't show — he did. and that was more than enough for her. ❝ i do. ❞ words are visible in the cold air, the bite from the metal of the park bench seeping through her jeans. in hindsight, the city's park was probably not the best place for their conversation to happen: but it was open and neutral — yet private enough at this time of year to say what was needed to be said. and there was a lot. ❝ i was an idiot. ❞ she laughs, though there is no semblance of entertainment with it as she leans forward, elbows resting upon her thighs and eyes insistent on remaining glued to her own feet. ❝ i thought ... i was making a statement. thought i was doing something that would make the city take notice. instead, the only thing i did was fuck it all up ... ❞ a pause, and a shaking of her head. ❝ i can't blame anyone else for that. i certainly can't blame you ... and believe me, i've tried. ❞