MayRos “Please I just… really need space right now.”
“You skipped group last night,” she looks up from her tea at the sound of Rosalind’s voice, and she swallows at the sadness the other woman tried to hide from her.
“Ros...” she starts as Rosalind sits across from her, fiddling with her mug.
“Are you running from this?” Rosalind asked, leaning forward and touching her wrist lightly; Melinda pulls her hand back slightly, swallowing as she avoids her gaze.
“I just...I can’t right now,” she whispers, voice thick. She can’t look at Rosalind because she knows she’ll crack. She wasn’t the person she was before Bahrain- she couldn’t let herself fall in love with someone she’d just stain with the blood on her hands.
“Mel, please don’t push me away,” Rosalind was nearly begging, and when Melinda finally lifted her eyes to hers, there were tears in those beautiful green eyes.
“Please I just...I just really need some space right now,” Melinda whispered, voice hoarse and thick with tears that she furiously blinked away, clenching her fist. “I’m sorry, Rosalind. You deserve better than me.”
She walks away, refusing to look back despite how much it hurt her heart. She deserved this pain; happiness wasn’t meant for murderers like her.
She’d get used to it, she was sure.