Ankyra Sound Sweet dreams are made of this

She did not only want to beat him at being more mature, she wanted to beat him at anything and everything to prove she was worthy of... What did she want from him? He was handsome, and their personalities clashed so beautifully, but what did he truly have to offer her besides his lies and filthy expressions? Was this just a way to disobey her loving father again? Had she hurt? She should've stopped conversing with Ingram when she still had the chance, but she was too far in now. She wanted his heart and trust now, even if their paths did split at the end. 

She grumbled softly when he did not thank her with a nod or at least something for the information she had shared. He was so mean, why was she attracted to him? Perhaps it was the hope she could better him - school him and teach him how great it was to have someone to catch you if you were to stumble and fall. She herself had had a rough past, yet she had ended up happier than most - perhaps because she had a greater appreciation for all she did have. She had a home, Arturo, Lotte, Szymon and Darky plus all her friends at all three packs she had called home once. So much she had traveled and hurt, but those memories taught her how to be strong.

Her ocher eyes widened at his words as she choked slightly. Silent tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but she did not dare cry in front of him. She swallowed. How dare he say something like that?! That he was fucking unhappy with his life was not her problem - and not a reason for him to throw it all at her. They didn't. She spat his way. 

No one 'll ever think they need meh - buht I'll still be 'ere, waitin' for if somethin' goes wrong 'n I am needed. She grumbled proudly, head raising as the words rolled off her tongue like the clouds rolled across the sky. He could not hurt her, for she had been hurt far too much. She had become almost numb to mental pain, or at least very good at masking she was hurting.