[ Sighing, she keeps her eyes forward still, a finger tracing the rim of her glass. ]
People like you are why people like me are needed. I still hate it, though.
[ And yet she still likes him. Like a moth to a flame, she tends to be, to men that are bad for her. She's used to it at this point in her life. ]
I don't want to fuck it up. I guess, for a place of which the point is to build relationships, I feel a little lonely, sometimes. I can take care of myself, and it's not like I need someone, but. It'd be nice.
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People like you are why people like me are needed. I still hate it, though.
[ And yet she still likes him. Like a moth to a flame, she tends to be, to men that are bad for her. She's used to it at this point in her life. ]
I don't want to fuck it up. I guess, for a place of which the point is to build relationships, I feel a little lonely, sometimes. I can take care of myself, and it's not like I need someone, but. It'd be nice.