(Abby listens, brooding, and hates that she can hear some of her own feelings in his explanation. It's not the same as her own failings when she's not sure if she ever actually loved Owen in the first place as much as she perpetuated to, a stray thought that strikes her out of nowhere with all the force of a lightning bolt. She has no idea if it was soup influenced or not. She doesn't want to find out.)
I don't think you're a beast. (She has to say it, but she would have said it anyway.) I think you're really nice. And I get it. My ex went off with my friend who had a 'secret' crush on him for years, and he got her pregnant, so I had to smile at them every single fucking time I saw them and ask when they were moving in together and if they were excited about the baby and all that other shit, so.
(A big breath in.
Cool. First time she's ever told anybody that. Exhaled,) Yeah.
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Date: 2022-07-19 01:45 am (UTC)I don't think you're a beast. (She has to say it, but she would have said it anyway.) I think you're really nice. And I get it. My ex went off with my friend who had a 'secret' crush on him for years, and he got her pregnant, so I had to smile at them every single fucking time I saw them and ask when they were moving in together and if they were excited about the baby and all that other shit, so.
(A big breath in.
Cool. First time she's ever told anybody that. Exhaled,) Yeah.