"That must have been really hard with a fucking ballroom," spits Alex, and
regrets it the moment she says it, but it's already out in the air by then,
drawing breath. She half turns away from him, pulling her jeans on,
buttoning them and shoving her hair out of her face. "It sounds like you
want me to apologise for this, Darlington. Like you want me to apologise
for helping my friend - my friend who was drugged and fucked and died. My
friend who I..." Her jaw tightens. "I'm not going to apologise, Daniel.
And you should understand because you fucking love me."
Loved me. Whatever.
She grabs a sweater off a chair and drags it on over her head.
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"That must have been really hard with a fucking ballroom," spits Alex, and regrets it the moment she says it, but it's already out in the air by then, drawing breath. She half turns away from him, pulling her jeans on, buttoning them and shoving her hair out of her face. "It sounds like you want me to apologise for this, Darlington. Like you want me to apologise for helping my friend - my friend who was drugged and fucked and died. My friend who I..." Her jaw tightens. "I'm not going to apologise, Daniel. And you should understand because you fucking love me."
Loved me. Whatever.
She grabs a sweater off a chair and drags it on over her head.