[ and every minute, it’s like she finds a way to dig just a little deeper. i love you. that’s not the second person. that’s not the third. and each time he ignores it, it digs a deeper pit.
he’s lost on what to say and feels like fighting, after everything— is a little pointless.
it breaks him and he doesn’t want to feel so broken, so lonely when he wasn’t. he was surrounded by people who loved him. elliot, clover, lina, it didn’t matter— they should. ]
—Try and reboot.
[ the phone, he means, but his demeanor is clear: he’s hurt, but he’s accepting. he has to give this up. he has to get somewhere he feels free and alive again. ]
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he’s lost on what to say and feels like fighting, after everything— is a little pointless.
it breaks him and he doesn’t want to feel so broken, so lonely when he wasn’t. he was surrounded by people who loved him. elliot, clover, lina, it didn’t matter— they should. ]
—Try and reboot.
[ the phone, he means, but his demeanor is clear: he’s hurt, but he’s accepting. he has to give this up. he has to get somewhere he feels free and alive again. ]
Then we’ll talk. I promise.