[ Projected on her? That... puts a few things in perspective, and while it doesn't explain away the fact that he had those thoughts about her, it explains part of why it was such a visceral response.
Lucille presses her lips together, trying hard not to look down or away from him. She owes him that, listening fully and not forcefully smiling through this. He deserves an authentic response. ]
I didn't realize it until we started fighting. But that doesn't justify what I said or did either.
[ A quietly sardonic and self-aware smirk tugs at her lips. ]
But I don't want this to be about us apologizing over and over again about how horrible we were to each other. I don't— [ She pauses, swallowing down a lump in her throat. ] I don't want our friendship to just be the both of us constantly trying to make up for what was said.
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Lucille presses her lips together, trying hard not to look down or away from him. She owes him that, listening fully and not forcefully smiling through this. He deserves an authentic response. ]
I didn't realize it until we started fighting. But that doesn't justify what I said or did either.
[ A quietly sardonic and self-aware smirk tugs at her lips. ]
But I don't want this to be about us apologizing over and over again about how horrible we were to each other. I don't— [ She pauses, swallowing down a lump in her throat. ] I don't want our friendship to just be the both of us constantly trying to make up for what was said.
...If you would still call it that, I mean.