Chimera Fields you're just a line in a song.

She was madder than even she realized, and the fact that he wasn’t made it worse. Normally that wasn’t the case, but that was kind of the point wasn’t it? That he didn’t give a damn. He got to stand there and act like it didn’t matter while she had spent months trying to find something to fill a seemingly endless void. It wasn’t his job to do that, but was it too much to ask that he try something?

It’s so easy for you. It’s always so fucking easy, for all of you. You get to just walk away and forget and move on like nothing means anything. And sure, it’s fucked that it sucks every single time, but you know what I could have used for the past few months? A fucking friend, Penn.

She wasn’t yelling but might as well have been. She was practically spitting the words at him. It’s great that you were off having fun doing fuck-all. Because guess what I was doing? Trying to find someone who gave a damn. Proving to Killer that at least I cared about him enough to stay. All I want is for everyone to stop fucking lying to me and pretending it’s for my own good.

I’m tired of breaking my own damn heart because cowards can’t own up and do it themselves. So yeah, actually Penn. Fuck the entire hell off.

She faced him with a growl threatening, every bit of her posture indicating that this was a challenge. She was done fucking around. If she meant anything to him, anything at all, then he got to decide that. She wasn’t sure she’d believe it, but if he wanted to play like he was okay to meet by chance, then he could leave the way he came. And she’d write him off like all the rest.