[ that question makes her stop. maybe because she doesn't know the answer exactly, or maybe because she does, in her gut, and she doesn't want to say it out loud because saying it out loud-- even thinking about it makes it more real.
she lifts her cigarette to her mouth and takes a drag before putting the heel of that same hand against her eye, rubbing it in a way that's almost tired. she done this song and dance. fetching prodigal fathers. she knows how this all goes, and it's not a happy ending, it's not beautiful, it's not anything like that at all.
at length, with smoke curling from her lips: ]
I don't fucking know. Okay? You're just. After Midnighter fucking left... [ she doesn't want to talk about this. fuck. ] You were like a fucking father to me, alright? Maybe I even loved you a little. Maybe that's what I was always so fucking pissed about.
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she lifts her cigarette to her mouth and takes a drag before putting the heel of that same hand against her eye, rubbing it in a way that's almost tired. she done this song and dance. fetching prodigal fathers. she knows how this all goes, and it's not a happy ending, it's not beautiful, it's not anything like that at all.
at length, with smoke curling from her lips: ]
I don't fucking know. Okay? You're just. After Midnighter fucking left... [ she doesn't want to talk about this. fuck. ] You were like a fucking father to me, alright? Maybe I even loved you a little. Maybe that's what I was always so fucking pissed about.