AN: 3.9
Mad
Her first words are sympathetic: "I'm sorry."
Her first words are empathetic: "It's not your fault."
She puts the blame on them. "You know the danger these kids put themselves into."
She knows he blames himself and repeats those same words over and over again to try and pull him out.
Her vantage point has always been from the position where she looks down.
She's walked with them side-by-side.
She has never really asked about his ink, only commented on them.
She has asked and his answers were kind of weird, but at least she asked.
She fills the silences with words wherever she can.
She is comfortable sitting in silence for as long as he needs.
She hates his smoking.
He's roped her back into it.
She knows he's in pain.
She knows he's in pain.
And she tries to make it better.
And she tries to make it better.
But she doesn't know how.
And she knows how.
But he screws it up.
And he screws it up more.
He yells at her and orders her to get out.
He tries to kiss her.
He scares her away.
He ruins what they have.
Caroline, I'm sorry.
Linden, I'm sorry.
I screwed up.
I screwed up.
I was mad and I wasn't thinking.
I was lonely and I wasn't thinking.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
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