[ He stares at her a moment more, searching, nearly praying, for some last glimmer of hope. But she isn't joking. She wouldn't joke about this, wouldn't take it this far. All of a sudden he sees his greeting to her in a whole new light. Something not just unexpected, but entirely inappropriate. Unwanted, even.
Christ, he'd fucking assaulted her, hadn't he? And she couldn't do a thing.
He stumbles back further, feeling sick, hating himself. That whole night, one of the best nights of his life. The week following, when he'd been so happy. Floating on air.
And Evie had never had any idea.
That wasn't me. ]
Shit.
[ The curse is sudden and vicious and doesn't come close to express how fucking awful all this is. She must - god, she must hate him. Think he's pathetic, if she doesn't just think he's a goddamn monster. ]
I - I'm sorry, Evie.
I'm sorry.
[ Without another word, without waiting for a reply, he turns his back and makes a beeline for the door. ]
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Christ, he'd fucking assaulted her, hadn't he? And she couldn't do a thing.
He stumbles back further, feeling sick, hating himself. That whole night, one of the best nights of his life. The week following, when he'd been so happy. Floating on air.
And Evie had never had any idea.
That wasn't me. ]
Shit.
[ The curse is sudden and vicious and doesn't come close to express how fucking awful all this is. She must - god, she must hate him. Think he's pathetic, if she doesn't just think he's a goddamn monster. ]
I - I'm sorry, Evie.
I'm sorry.
[ Without another word, without waiting for a reply, he turns his back and makes a beeline for the door. ]