Redsand Canyon prehendo

He didn’t get to be reasonable now. He didn’t get to be nice, or understanding. Why couldn’t he fuck up!? Why couldn’t he let her leave and not remind her of why she’d been willing to try in the first place.

She could have loved him. In a few ways maybe she did. And he couldn’t even give her the courtesy of a bridge burned.

She cried harder and hated herself for it, taking a step away even as he moved closer. She didn’t need to remember what it was like to be held by him. That was meant to be someone else’s place now.

It doesn’t matter if you lied. Because you’re the one who gets everything and I’m the one who loses. All because I trusted you. She wanted to hurt him. But even more, she wanted him to say this was a joke. Even now, even with her fucking insistence, she was hoping he would choose her.

She needed to get out of here.