❝ Can’t fall in love? But a life without love, that-that-that’s terrible! ❞
Finger round the rim of her glass, idle distraction. She can’t stand to look up at Jane now, not when she knows how full her eyes will be with sincerity. It almost makes Blanche want to slap her, her earnestness, the way that she says everything she means and means everything she says. It would be letting her off easy, really. Someone will hurt her worse if she insists on walking around this way much longer. Unguarded, raw soul on display everywhere she goes. It isn’t safe. There’s a reason Blanche has buried herself so deep she hardly remembers who she is anymore. There’s a reason the sight of sincerity makes her sick to her stomach with unfamiliarity. There isn’t any room for it here. You can’t be so open, raw as a wound. Blanche smiles distantly, eyes glossed faintly over. “Maybe. A life without a home? Worse. A life without protection? Worse. I chose this life as much as it chose me. I chose safety.”