"It's always been you. You, and only you." There's desperation on Nicky's face as she stares at the brunette in front of her, tears starting to leak from the corners of her eyes. "You don't get it. At all. You really think I'm going to be here time and time again, and you keep doin' shit and all it does is make me want you more. You're hurting me, Lorna. Everything you do, every little, tiny, miniscule thing you do just makes me crave you more and more and it's killing me."
She's reached her breaking point and she doesn't know what to do now. How is she supposed to live a life where she's happy when the one person she's really ever loved just plays with her head? How's she supposed to be happy when one second Lorna's all over her, begging for her, and the next she's being sat down in a cafeteria, getting some talk about how they can "never do this again" and "it was a mistake". It wasn't a mistake - you don't make the same mistake over and over and over again and Nicky was getting tired of it. She didn't know left from right when it came to Lorna because Lorna didn't even know the left and right of herself.
"I'd spend my life with you. Full stop. I'd spend every last second of the rest of my pitiful existence making sure you were happy. But I can't keep doing that when you're going to just mess with my head. I got issues too, okay? You're not the only crazy one here. But it's not an excuse to use people, Lorna. I don't just exist when it's convenient to you."
Lorna's frowning but Nicky doesn't have it in her to care at that moment. Well, she does, but she's also so so over dealing with Lorna's back and forth brain every other day. She's tired, drained. Lorna's her first love since heroin, the first person who's ever really seemed to give a shit about her and as much as she wants to keep letting Lorna screw her over, she just can't any more. It's grown old. She's grown tired.
And then Lorna speaks, "you're right, Nicky." Three simple words before getting up and walking off, leaving Nicky alone at the table wondering where things were supposed to go from here.