for trcphouse && based !
“god,” they said, “i really fucked you up.” she stood still, staring down at them, her breath half caught between her lips, and her very first thought was that this would make a nice poem, with her standing in the black button down and nothing else, her eyes pained the same color. but she’d already written a hundred like that, like him. "yes- no.” she leaned against the bannister, looking down at them. “i fucked myself up, my life fucked me up, you were just a...” she paused, unsure how to phrase any of it, unsure if they even cared at all about it, or if it was just a passing thought to them. after all this time she wasn’t sure if she was just a passing thought. “when someone gets shot you don’t press charges against the gun.”
