(All but forced to meet his gaze, she wonders, not for the first time, what he must think of her. The things she had done, the mistakes she had made, that cost them everything. It was so much easier to pretend. To act lime nothing had changed, when everything had)
Jefferson...
(It was barely a whisper, pained, as she searched for the right words. To apologize, to attempt to ease his guilt. But she'd always been better at lying. Truth was messy, complicated and painful. Lies were whatever she made them
With a gentle shake of her head, she attempted a smile once more. It was weak, even for her, never managing to reach her eyes, but it was there all the same)
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Jefferson...
(It was barely a whisper, pained, as she searched for the right words. To apologize, to attempt to ease his guilt. But she'd always been better at lying. Truth was messy, complicated and painful. Lies were whatever she made them
With a gentle shake of her head, she attempted a smile once more. It was weak, even for her, never managing to reach her eyes, but it was there all the same)
You could have fooled me.