#moonstnes

where?: at libby’s apartment getting ready to go out. libby is being very indecisive.

maybe if cecily was a better person, the choice would be an easier one. the choice being saffron or a handsome male (keyword: male) stranger, her best friend or the lie she’d been living as long as she could remember. but she wasn’t a good person, probably — she was selfish and self-serving and scared. scared of what being with saffron for real would mean.  she was, however, equally scared of losing her, so when the blonde approached, she detached herself from the man — a pharmacist from a well-to-do family with a summer home in the hamptons, she’d managed to ascertain — and rejoined her best friend with a diplomatic smile. “i still need to get his number,” she murmured in saffron’s ear, “so we better be quick.” maybe he was the type to enjoy a little show, though. she let her hand slip down the other’s side to rest on her hip, glancing over her shoulder — yes. he was watching. “you having a good time?” 

of all the things she had expected to hear, that certainly wasn't it. her eyes closed for a moment, a pained smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "don't," she murmured, finally looking over at cassandra. "please don't say things like that." there was no anger in her voice—just years of heartbreak that was beginning to fray at the edges. "do you have any idea how badly i want to believe you? how easy it'd be if i just let myself?" blair inhaled shakily, fingers curling at the edge of her skirt. it was cruel how long it'd taken for them to get to this point, and everything blair had always wanted seemed to be handed to her on a silver platter after only a matter of days.

blair shook her head, forcing a few inches of distance between them before her resolve disappeared entirely. "i know this isn't sudden for you," she admitted softly. "i know you've carried me with you for all these years... and god, i hate i'm the reason you had to." her gaze searched cass's face, like she was trying to memorize it all over again. "but you've had twenty-five years to build a life without me. you've loved people, you've made memories, you became someone i never got to know." her voice faltered slightly. "i don't want to be the ghost that convinces you none of it mattered. i left once already, cass. i'm not going to come back just to take everything else from you."