scene twenty-five - over - year ten

“I was expectin’ it, honestly, Cleo, I was.” They refused to let her into their mind, not again. Everyone was trying to claw their way into their head and work out the insides, when all they wanted was for it to be left alone. “We practically talked about it, and it’s been ages since it happened. I don’t know why you’re bringin’ it up now.”

“I didn’t want to ruin our summer with conversations about him, that’s why.” Shaking her head, she sighed, almost dramatically. “Practically means you had a conversation in the shower with yourself and prepared yourself for every bad ending to this relationship possible, so that you wouldn’t be surprised when he finally dropped you. He should’ve talked to you. He shouldn’t have left you in the first place.” She, as always, was being incredibly insistent, and they hated it. They always had, and always would. “I thought you two were okay—you seemed fine until the last few days-”