Heron Lake Plateau To waste away the waking hours

Niamh tensed; so he was interested? That didn't make any sense. When he said she was a catch, it rebounded in a way he probably didn't predict. How could she be a catch if he didn't want her? He was being hypocritical as all get out and she didn't understand why. "Clearly I'm not," She hissed, staring at him with a cold gaze. Was he just telling more lies? How could she be a catch if he didn't want her? And if he wanted her, then why was he pushing her away? Nothing made sense- and she'd never encountered anything like this before, so she reacted in the only way she could. 

She did give him the time of day to explain, though- but it didn't make anything clearer. He'd done this before- but didn't want to do it again...But what was he referring to? The confusion showed on her irritated features, and she continued to watch him as he took a step toward her, but she didn't stand up, and continued to sit right where she was, water around her midsection. "What do you mean you tried not to? This is exactly what you're doing right now." She said. What he might have been trying to imply had gone over her head. "And what makes you think I'm not fucked up already? I just had to chase down what was once my best friend, to kill him." She said, as though he needed that reminder. "You were the only not-fucked-up thing I had in my life." She said, her tone lowering a bit. A bit of sadness crept its way through her anger, though she was unwilling to accept it. She continued to regard him for a moment, but looked away.