"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Oh, but he does care. He cares because it was Sunjata. He cares that it happened after he left. He cares more than he wants to admit and Maeve knows it. She sees it in the way he holds himself and the tightness of his jaw. The darkness in his eyes. Maeve picks up each of these tells like they're shells on the shore. Except he says something that simply isn't true. Maeve scoffs in disbelief, shaking her head at him as she she runs a hand through her hair, pushing windswept curls from her face. "Yeah, I slept with him after you left. I tried to drown out the pain in something familiar because I couldn't drink or smoke or get high because it would hurt the baby. The baby I so desperately wanted. That I wanted with you. You don't get to be mad at me for doing what I did to try and cope."
There are suddenly tears stinging her eyes and she blinks them away, pushing that hurt down again, attempting to bottle it up because she can't break down. He's already taken so many pieces of her. Stolen bits of her heart away for himself and she'll never get them back despite how she might want them. Parts of her are missing, stolen by his hands, greedily keeping them for himself and Maeve wonders if he even realizes what he has anymore.
"Don't assume you know how I'm going to take things, Locke. You wanted to talk. So lets fucking talk. Tell me." Maeve huffs, gritting her teeth as she draws in a breath, short and choppy. The sound almost harsh in the quiet between them. Her fingers tighten around her knees, but she releases that same breath, dropping her head against her arms, hiding away there as she begins to tremble. She's breaking just as much as he is. "It doesn't feel like it, Locke. All we do is fight over the same old shit that shouldn't fucking matter anymore. I want you. I've always wanted you, but you just keep pushing me away. Over and over and over. I can't take it anymore."
There are suddenly tears stinging her eyes and she blinks them away, pushing that hurt down again, attempting to bottle it up because she can't break down. He's already taken so many pieces of her. Stolen bits of her heart away for himself and she'll never get them back despite how she might want them. Parts of her are missing, stolen by his hands, greedily keeping them for himself and Maeve wonders if he even realizes what he has anymore.
"Don't assume you know how I'm going to take things, Locke. You wanted to talk. So lets fucking talk. Tell me." Maeve huffs, gritting her teeth as she draws in a breath, short and choppy. The sound almost harsh in the quiet between them. Her fingers tighten around her knees, but she releases that same breath, dropping her head against her arms, hiding away there as she begins to tremble. She's breaking just as much as he is. "It doesn't feel like it, Locke. All we do is fight over the same old shit that shouldn't fucking matter anymore. I want you. I've always wanted you, but you just keep pushing me away. Over and over and over. I can't take it anymore."
Maeve
