( that's what zoya's needling at, after all, isn't it? fully aware that it's a scab that bleeds and bleeds and bleeds, the more it's picked at — but she's never been one to shy from digging her hands into her gouges and bruises. mal is proof enough of it.
she hates her more for it, but not nearly as much as she hates that it's an echo of her own thoughts, as if she's shouted all of her insecurities into a well and has to hear them spit back up at her. an incessant, ringing reminder of what she's done. )
If this is what your idea of caring looks like, I'd rather we go back to the way we were before. At least it felt more honest than this.
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( that's what zoya's needling at, after all, isn't it? fully aware that it's a scab that bleeds and bleeds and bleeds, the more it's picked at — but she's never been one to shy from digging her hands into her gouges and bruises. mal is proof enough of it.
she hates her more for it, but not nearly as much as she hates that it's an echo of her own thoughts, as if she's shouted all of her insecurities into a well and has to hear them spit back up at her. an incessant, ringing reminder of what she's done. )
If this is what your idea of caring looks like, I'd rather we go back to the way we were before.
At least it felt more honest than this.