I will n o t keep my mouth shut. A bitch knows her voice. Knows how to howl with a wolf pack in her throat. A bitch is honest. A bitch doesn’t follow the rules; demands to know who wrote them. Rules are weak. Rules are prey.

{ Indie & Selective Lydia Martin }
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     ”—right. Fine. Just answer one question,
                are you taking care of yourself?”

     [ he had expected this, really. ]

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             "——…Um? Good question.“

     { She can’t answer that without lying,
       so she’s just going to not answer it. }

                                        "I’m not…it’s not…you. I know that sounds like
                                         really cliche, it’s-not-you-it’s-me bullcrap but…
                                         hear me out? …Please?”

                     { Lydia, now that she thinks about it,
                       hasn’t said please to him many times.
                       She can probably count them on her
                       fingers. But right now the only times
                       she can think of are the two times
                       so far she’s sat at his side, breathing
                       heavy and desperate, begging for him
                       to please, please wake up under her
                       breath. }


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