LOREN
Loren just stared at Phoebe. The issue had nothing to do with his inability to take a compliment and everything to do with the fact that he didn’t fucking deserve a compliment. Still, he didn’t want to encourage or engage with her. ”If you say so.” Everyone seemed to have an opinion on what he should or shouldn’t be doing with himself, or with his time, who he should be with or not be with, what he should be putting effort into.
Unfortunately for them all, he was getting a bit sick and tired of catering to their wants and needs and being ignored or ridiculed for his efforts. Enough was enough. He'd give them his skills and his expertise, but they didn't get his kindness or his heart, what little was left of it. ”I’m not lying. And it’s my life. Right now, other people’s lives might be at stake, and I have work to do.” His voice was completely empty of any inflection, and while his words might’ve been a bit harsh, there was no expression in his eyes. He was simply doing what he needed to do, and nothing more or less than that.
Unfortunately for them all, he was getting a bit sick and tired of catering to their wants and needs and being ignored or ridiculed for his efforts. Enough was enough. He'd give them his skills and his expertise, but they didn't get his kindness or his heart, what little was left of it. ”I’m not lying. And it’s my life. Right now, other people’s lives might be at stake, and I have work to do.” His voice was completely empty of any inflection, and while his words might’ve been a bit harsh, there was no expression in his eyes. He was simply doing what he needed to do, and nothing more or less than that.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
