👄 Lena
“What is there to talk about? “ Lips pursed as fingers find temple. That girl was a hurricane in the form of a migraine. “ Whoever thought it was a wise decision to give that poor soul the job of collecting everyone else’s did not think the task through. She’s just…” Head shakes with a sigh. “ A mess. A broken disastrous mess. “ She was a vague reminder of someone else. “ She never really had a chance — wouldn’t know what to do with it if you gave it to her. Would rather tear herself apart than make something of herself. All that potential —— for nothing.” Jonathan had never met anyone who infuriated him the way the pathetic creature that Lena was somehow did. It was exhasperating and draining. And yet there was a pull there — a tether he can’t quite break nor put into words exactly. “ An acquired secret? It’s never about what you deserve. It’s about what you’re willing to take for yourself. She has no comprehension for either. “
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