the recovery project [2]

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fiona

"get the fuck away from me," she says the second everett walks in, a bouquet of orchids in his hand. she hates this; him coming with sympathy and a sun shining on him despite her foul mood.

"i'm sorry, fi."

"don't!" she spits, fury whirling around like a tornado. "get out!"

she sits on the edge of her bed, ready to run, ready to just escape and leave to go somewhere, anywhere away from here, because here is where she is reminded every day of what she's done.

she killed elijah.

and she is so pissed off at the world because of course they took away someone that she finally, finally trusted.

and loved.

she loved him so much.