And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
"That's - that's not true," she protested, tears welling in her eyes, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. For Jude was well and truly furious with her. And the worst part was that she deserved it. She had hurt him so deeply that he wasn't even the person she loved anymore. She had done that. She had broken her best friend.
The accusations that he hurled so venomously at her stung. Did he really think she was that shallow? That callous? She hadn't been able to choose between two boys she cared about. Did that really make her a villain?
But then he brought up Auden, and time stopped.
He'd been the first person she'd opened up to about the pain of Auden's death, the only person who had ever seen her at her lowest point after their loss. And to have him toss that back in her face, to weaponize it against her? Something broke inside her. Tears spilled down her face. He didn't mean it. He didn't mean it. He didn't mean it. She repeated the phrase like a mantra, chest heaving against the sobs that she tried to choke back.
He didn't get it. She'd thought that he'd understood her, but she'd been wrong. Her parents, her guardian, everyone she'd ever loved was dead. Was her Jude dead, too?
Had she killed him?
"Jude, please," she whimpered, her arms wrapped around her middle as though to hold herself together. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please -"
The accusations that he hurled so venomously at her stung. Did he really think she was that shallow? That callous? She hadn't been able to choose between two boys she cared about. Did that really make her a villain?
But then he brought up Auden, and time stopped.
He'd been the first person she'd opened up to about the pain of Auden's death, the only person who had ever seen her at her lowest point after their loss. And to have him toss that back in her face, to weaponize it against her? Something broke inside her. Tears spilled down her face. He didn't mean it. He didn't mean it. He didn't mean it. She repeated the phrase like a mantra, chest heaving against the sobs that she tried to choke back.
He didn't get it. She'd thought that he'd understood her, but she'd been wrong. Her parents, her guardian, everyone she'd ever loved was dead. Was her Jude dead, too?
Had she killed him?
"Jude, please," she whimpered, her arms wrapped around her middle as though to hold herself together. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please -"
And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now
You don't wanna know me now
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
