You growl, and it’s the kind of growl that hurts your throat. “Yeah,” you say. “X know what that’s lxke. X’ve trxed to make a lot of stuff go away by doxng that. Xt never worked, but fuck xf X don’t try anyway, lxke X never learned shxt. Lxke when X thought X was dyxng and X never told you so you wouldn’t have to be upset.” You snort at the stupidity of it all and scruff her cropped hair. “That sure worked out as planned, dxdn’t xt?”
You wince at that and open your mouth to protest that your secret wasn’t like his at all—but then it hits you that it is, he’s right, he’s 100% right, she’s a tumor in your soul and all these sweeps you’ve spent trying to hide what happened has been about as useful as chugging hull clean and waiting for Cloris to die.
You sigh into that touch and burrow into him more. “Yeah, well. At the time I was all figuring it was the worst thing I could do to her, writing her out of my history that way, but she went and wrote herself back in…” Your face crumples suddenly as an overwhelming sense of helplessness grips you—it’s all you wanted, just that one small thing, to never see or hear from her ever again, and she just keeps on coming the fuck back…
"But that was never the right way to deal with that bitch anyway. I only told myself it was."
"Well, at least now X know why you’re stupxd-pale for me," you mutter. "You’ve got the same shxt goxng on." You hug her tight.
"Tell me everythxng," you say. "X’m lxstenxng."