she's got a gun for a tongue

#i absolutely do not watch for the plot

Moving on. It wasn’t simple or easy for anyone. But none of them got a do over, they just had to keep moving and try and do better next time. “They’re still my people you know? In a weird way, I still feel responsible for them all. I think I always will, but…Now it’s different.” 

Toxic bts (x)

"God I need a drink." That was what broke the silence, her muddled cry for a coping device. She walked over to Lilith, grabbing her empty glass on the way and out of impulse alone, she tossed it. The crystal shattered on the ground below, and Miranda just watched. It didn’t make her feel better like she hoped it would. "Coming tonight was a bad idea. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be ruining your time." 

"Serena’s flaunting that asshole on her arm again because she doesn't realize she can do better. Xander is brooding. Walker is Walker. Lance is all over Danielle like herpes. Between him and I, I’m not sure who our father wants to kill more, but that calm before the storm look he has going on tells me I’ll find out later. Natalie is trying to burn me alive with her glares every time I so much as even look at her brother. Or breathe." She laughed a little. "So it’s a typical Big Seven party. I'm kind of been there, done that about it. You know? You're not ruining my night, though. My night is just fine."

She didn’t answer the key question, instead she just watched and listened. But every word bubbled up raw emotions in her. Hurt. Sadness. Bitterness. Anger. “Of course.” Miranda’s voice was sharp, jaded and admittedly a bit bratty. “Of course you wouldn’t change anything. As your life fell apart, a new one was already sprouting up for you. When he left, you already had another shoulder to cry on. It’s just me here.”  Her eyes were stinging as she closed them, they wanted to cry but no tears came out. Instead two angry fists clenched at her side. “We were suppose to be different…We weren’t you two.”  Wow. That. Was. So. Wrong.  So wrong to think, and even worse to say. Her features filled with guilt, that wasn’t fair. That was just hateful. And the worst part was, she couldn’t blame it on alcohol or anything else. That…Was all her.  "I’m sorry." 

"I should have known we'd end the same way. But you guys had a stronger foundation."