"Inside," she agreed. Noticing the smoky, dead taste. Noticing the empty bottles. Feeling her heart break more for them. Wondering if it would be rude to open the window, to let some fresh air in. Better just to sit down, on his bed, rubbing at her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said, trying to get her composure back together. "For ... I just ... didn't want him to ... get away with it. It's not fair. Nothing's ever fair. And I didn't do it, anyway, I don't know why I didn't, and I don't know why it bugs me that I wanted to, and I don't know why it bugs me that I ... when I woke up, you were gone. Off getting orders. And. We packed, 'cause ..."
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Date: 2008-10-08 06:05 pm (UTC)"I'm sorry," she said, trying to get her composure back together. "For ... I just ... didn't want him to ... get away with it. It's not fair. Nothing's ever fair. And I didn't do it, anyway, I don't know why I didn't, and I don't know why it bugs me that I wanted to, and I don't know why it bugs me that I ... when I woke up, you were gone. Off getting orders. And. We packed, 'cause ..."