Nothing was going right.
And people around her were dropping like flies.
The years had shown Annalise Keating one thing: she could handle anything that was thrown her way. But, fuck. How many people was she going to have to run damage control for? She and Frank could only cover so much ground, and if she was being honest with herself she felt like she was losing her mind a little bit. She had been wound so tight since this whole thing with Sam began and life hadn't stopped throwing shit at her since. Finding out Bonnie had been solely responsible for Rebecca's death had been the straw that broke the camel's back. And let's face it: even an Ice Queen like Annalise Keating couldn't keep herself together 100% of the time.
Annalise always put up a hell of a fight before she lost it, and even now she knew that this was a losing battle. She was exhausted, lost, and felt as though she was climbing out of a hole that was only getting deeper. The list of who she could truly trust was quickly getting shorter and shorter, and with everything that was going on she was rarely ever granted any true privacy anymore. After the big blow-out at Bonnie's, she was a mess and that was something she couldn't deny. If she kept anything else in for any longer, she would be the next one around here committing murder instead of trying to cover up other's mistakes.
As if that wasn't enough – her past was coming back to haunt her.
Eve. Oh, Eve.
She was the only true comfort Annalise could recall throughout the years.
"…Shame on me for expecting more. But I won't do it again. Stay away from me, or I'll scream bloody murder."
But she wouldn't. She wouldn't. And Annalise knew that. The years had passed since she and Eve split, over twenty years ago, but they kept finding a way to come back together. There was that one night, ten years ago – quick, angry, and rushed – and there was now.
Time passed. Years went by. Things changed. But Eve… Eve was always.