Hello there, Happy Friday! If you feel so inclined #3 from the angst pile: “if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.” Hope you have a wonderful day. Cheers!
“If you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”
“I don’t care about you, Clarke.”
It’s the hardest, harshest thing she’s ever had to say in three years. Lexa holds her gaze, so the words can have the intended force. But she didn’t calculate for how they would pierce her own heart. How much it hurts to see her best friend recoil in hurt.
“I never did,” Lexa adds on. Because it wasn’t enough to just wound, there had to be a finality to it. To kill any hope. Hope that Lexa carries and can’t flame because of a moment of weakness. “Not in that way. We’re just friends. It meant nothing to me. Last night was a mistake.”
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