#ancmalous

Isaiah stared up at the ceiling, the sound of waves crashing outside almost too rhythmic, too peaceful for the chaos swirling in his mind. Her words hung heavy in the dark, more suffocating than the humid Gulf air. "Is that what you really think?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper, rough around the edges. He shifted slightly, the mattress creaking beneath his weight. "That I was just... Pretending?" His hand ran over his face, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. "Lex, I loved you. That was real. Hell, it still is real," he admitted, his voice catching just enough to give him away. "This... This pretending? It's for them. Not for me." He hesitated, glancing over at the silhouette of her beside him, shadows softening the sharpness he knew so well. "You think I'd do all this if I didn't still feel something? That I'd lie to my own mama just for the hell of it?" His jaw clenched, voice dropping even lower. "Maybe I'm good at lying, but I ain't ever lied to you. Not about that."

"too much for us to recap right now." his tone is flippant to hide that harrison hates how angry he makes jackie. he always has, even when they were together, supposedly happy. all he wants to do is go home and crawl into bed himself, but considering she's his only ride, he just shrugs and says, "as many as you want, jackie."

"now i'm not sure i even want to know you." it isn't like shiloh to say things like this, to aim below the belt, but she can't shake the feeling that evan loves misery more than he loves her. "give me one good reason not to walk out of here—forever."