we make mistakes (we leave them by the door) CHAPTER 3
Sansa hated the poisoned, petty part of her that resented other people’s ease. The part that stirred with envy at how they remained unaffected. The part of her bubbled with painfully sincere questions when she looked at them: how do you make yourself stop caring?
She couldn’t summon that feeling now. It had left her, just as many things had the moment she heard the true story. Her perspective had shifted. Things were easy for her, after all—she hadn’t gone to prison, had she? A part of her knew that suffering was relative, but Jon’s suffering was the ruler by which she measured now. She wasn’t capable of thinking of anything else.
It grounded her, this focal point. She felt still for the first time in years. She wondered if he knew he was craving stillness, too.
Once, Sansa was sure that Jon was the person she wanted most. Then, after a disastrous night formed of a convoluted series of unfortunate events, he was the person who started her family on a slow and steady decline. Now, he’s a stranger—one she’s flying home to see after learning that everything she thought she knew about him might not be true.
~ essentially a “one night stand fic gone horribly wrong” prompt fic with an intense backstory