"It's not just them, either," she replied sharply, sounding extremely annoyed. "It's *squee!*ing everyone. People are just so *squee!*ty, Abel, and I'm so tired of expecting people to be better and to be selfless or kind or gentle and they never are without some other *squee!*ing ulterior motive. I'm just... I'm just..." She stammered over her words, trying to pull herself together and failing, her entire body shaking.
She looked up to him in something that was akin to shock, her brows furrowed in confusion and maybe a bit of resentment. "This isn't about you, Abel," she said sharply, her tone a little hurt.
She sat on the couch heavily, hugging herself as she watched the person on the screen, letting the anger bubble inside for a couple of minutes. After simmering for a bit, her shoulders slumped and she just looked exhausted, her brows furrowing and she looked like she might be on the verge of tears. “I hate... I hate fighting with you,” she said eventually. “I feel like ever since we saw Eve, my chest has been all tied up in knots and I can’t seem to loosen them.”
“I don’t know,” she replied, folding her knees to her chest. “I just feel like when things aren’t good with you, things aren’t good with anyone and that just... that sucks, Abel. I don’t like not being with you.”
Her entire body seemed to lose its tension and she stood up, burying her face in his chest and slipping her arms around his waist.
She shook her head, feeling like she was trying get as close to him as possible, her hands resting on his upper back as she embraced him. “I’m sorry too,” she said softly. “I’ve been such a *squee!* lately, I just... I don’t know what to do with myself when we’re not on good terms.”
She shook her head, feeling way more relaxed than she did a few minutes prior. “I hate it so much, Abel,” she said. “You’re such a big part of my life and it gets all *squee!*ed up when it’s wrong.”
She seemed to be really relishing his proximity, her hands shaking. “Don’t be sorry. I’m... I’m so mean when I’m angry.”
