Victra au Julii (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bye_felicia) wrote2018-06-18 09:55 am
bye_felicia) wrote2018-06-18 09:55 am
and the best part about it is I'm the only who can do somethin' about it
It hits her out of nowhere. One minute, she's berating a waitress for serving someone else before her, the next she's sitting there, staring open-mouthed at a girl near tears, the words still buzzing around in her head, sitting on her tongue, with surprise the only thing keeping them at bay.
The girl doesn't deserve this, she realizes suddenly. This is just the way that things are.
They're not home anymore. She can't treat people like this.
The girl runs away, escapes, and Victra doesn't see her again until she delivers her plate of food, so hot and fresh it's ready to burn her tongue.
But Victra can't pay any attention to her now. She has more important people in her life that she needs to apologize to. Her phone's already out and she's sending a mass text message with her location to everyone in her neatly cultivated contacts list.
I'm back to normal. Sorry.
And to Lincoln, an added:
Please forgive me.
The girl doesn't deserve this, she realizes suddenly. This is just the way that things are.
They're not home anymore. She can't treat people like this.
The girl runs away, escapes, and Victra doesn't see her again until she delivers her plate of food, so hot and fresh it's ready to burn her tongue.
But Victra can't pay any attention to her now. She has more important people in her life that she needs to apologize to. Her phone's already out and she's sending a mass text message with her location to everyone in her neatly cultivated contacts list.
I'm back to normal. Sorry.
And to Lincoln, an added:
Please forgive me.