Maeve
"Glad you like it. I know you prefer whiskey, but they've taken it all for the bar." Maeve says in way of apology, bringing her tea up to take a sip, letting the warm liquid soothe her sudden nerves. He's going to ask. She already knows. It's how these things go. A simple back and forth before diving into the heavier things, but Maeve is the one feeling heavy this time. "Good... I'm sorry again for that night. I know I likely didn't help." It goes without saying. They both know that fight made things worse for his throat, set him back in his healing, but there was nothing to be done for it now.
Her eyes drop, fingers tightening around her cup as she draws in a breath, nodding slowly. "I am tired... It's been a while since I've had such late nights." It's a poor excuse and she can't avoid talking about it. They're friends and he's asking after her. Maeve licks her lips, thumb rubbing against the handle of her teacup, brows knitting together as her jaw works. The words don't want to come. Everytime she admits it she thinks it'll hurt less, but it doesn't. "Locke left-" her words cut off and the sting of tears is there instantly, but she blinks them back, staring off into the flames as she makes herself continue. "He left me." A bitterness seeps into her words, hurt flaring up all over again in her chest, tightening around her heart and making her stomach turn.
"That's not the only thing." Maeve's words are barely a whisper, looking up at him with red rimmed eyes, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
Her eyes drop, fingers tightening around her cup as she draws in a breath, nodding slowly. "I am tired... It's been a while since I've had such late nights." It's a poor excuse and she can't avoid talking about it. They're friends and he's asking after her. Maeve licks her lips, thumb rubbing against the handle of her teacup, brows knitting together as her jaw works. The words don't want to come. Everytime she admits it she thinks it'll hurt less, but it doesn't. "Locke left-" her words cut off and the sting of tears is there instantly, but she blinks them back, staring off into the flames as she makes herself continue. "He left me." A bitterness seeps into her words, hurt flaring up all over again in her chest, tightening around her heart and making her stomach turn.
"That's not the only thing." Maeve's words are barely a whisper, looking up at him with red rimmed eyes, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
