[ there are a lot of things she could say to her, excuses ranging from "she won't tell me" to "she's not talking to me", but she doesn't. sophie takes the drink between her hands and scrapes her thumbs over the glass. yeah, it's true, she wants too fix it all up by being here, both with izzy and, part of her, maybe with noah; she clings to nostalgia. her bad choices are stitched together with good intentions.
her eyes remain focused on the drink and she tries to keep it together because what she says hurts. but she can take it. it crawls under her skin and crushes her already low self-esteem, but she can take it. she swallows dryly and sets her jaw. she's not going to give her the satisfaction of an answer ]
You said you'd tell me anything I wanted. [ she purses her lips and frowns her eyebrows, looking up at her ] I didn't say nothing about telling you anything.
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her eyes remain focused on the drink and she tries to keep it together because what she says hurts. but she can take it. it crawls under her skin and crushes her already low self-esteem, but she can take it. she swallows dryly and sets her jaw. she's not going to give her the satisfaction of an answer ]
You said you'd tell me anything I wanted. [ she purses her lips and frowns her eyebrows, looking up at her ] I didn't say nothing about telling you anything.