‘ sorry about your brother. ‘
pacrim / a.
❝ yeah, we’re close enough for you to be sorry for shit that happened years ago, right? ❞ she snorts. genuity is met with a low - boiling hostility better directed at herself, not him. but no matter how earnest, sympathy isn’t wanted. a vague knowledge, one she refuses to indulge, incites contempt in her voice. ❝ you don’t know me, i don’t know you. so go throw apologies around somewhere else. ❞











