"𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 ?" 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 (-:
@temporarywin / misc angst starters.
WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL HER? were you even going to tell her? you know keeping secrets doesn’t do anyone any good, but killing off one of her so called unkillable coworkers isn’t exactly something you want to publicise. you don’t know how she found out, have no idea how she could’ve been made aware of everything you did, but it didn’t matter how. she knows. the truth is out. you swallow the lump forming in your throat, try to work out what to say. it doesn’t matter how much you try to swallow it down, throat is dry and feels as though it’d close in at any second.
PANIC SETS IN, the thought brewing that annie may not be the only one who knows. just because she came alone doesn’t mean that homelander isn’t far behind. “i..” mind races, desperate to tell her that you had meant to tell her, that you were going to, but more lies was hardly going to fix this. so you swallow that lump in your throat again, alongside your pride, and finally tell her something entirely true. “i wasn’t. i wasn’t going to.” guilt is obvious, but so is fear. you killed someone. you’d been working against the very company she worked for, seeking revenge on someone you assume is her friend. nothing about this can end well. “i thought-- i-i thought-- i don’t know. i wasn’t thinking.”