eyes followed becky’s down to her chest, breath catching in her throat at
becky’s change of attitude --- she should’ve been accustomed to it, should’ve
expected it, but she wasn’t. she’d handed her heart to the orange haired
woman and in return, she’d only gotten heartbreak. she still couldn’t wrap
her head around how nik/ki be/lla destroyed her relationship --- some woman
who meant nothing to either of them, ruining everything carmella had built
with the woman standing before her.
throwing her briefcase to the ground in frustration and anger, at herself, at becky,
at james fucking ellsworth, at nikki. ❛ is this what you want from me ?? ❜ kicking
the briefcase away from them, ripping the gold snapback from her head, and
tearing the shirt from her back --- leaving her in a black bra in front of the irish
woman. throwing everything away from her, desperation clear as brown eyes
watched becky and waited --- for some sign that she’d forgive her, one day, for
everything she’d done --- even if she wasn’t sorry for any of her actions. ❛ i
never hurt you, becks. i never would have, i was never going to --- ❜
