❝ I understand what you can do, understand– ❞ Her voice reverberated out into the empty halls of the bunker, tone splintered and cracked at the edges. The word, “Me” was left dead and buried with the hurt under several layers of RAGE; brows furrowed, and scarred fingers gathered together in a tight fist. On the count of three, a heated sigh was released and she whirled around, hand reaching out to nab her backpack as she stomped off towards the exit. ❝ Y’know what? S’fine. I’ll handle it– on my own. ❞
reaching out, grabbing her wrist, he
looked at her with a pained expression.
“ Understand what? Just TELL me. I want to hear. ”
he fucked up–– somehow. he wasn’t sure what exactly how, but he knew it was his fault. it was always his fault in the end. somewhere down the line, it was a decision HE made, a choice HE didn’t make, a butterfly effect that snowballed out of control and barreling over him as it hits the ground. he couldn’t watch her leave, not again. far too often he was staring at the back of her head instead of her face. sure he might joke about enjoying seeing her go, but he always HID behind the loud noise of bravado.
“I don’t want you to be on your own. ”
