Scarlett hasn't been drinking, but part of her wishes she had been. It would make it so much easier to deal with all of this. It makes everything easier. Almost She doesn't drink as much as she used to, actually. She can actually drink to enjoy herself instead of drinking to block things out and numb the pain. She still does, from time to time, when times get hard. But at least she's clean.
He looks like a fucking train-wreck and she doesn't know what the fuck happened to him or why he's bleeding on her doorstep. It feels so familiar it hurts. She wants to reach for him, but she remains frozen, still staring at him as he averts his gaze. It's almost like some spell that breaks when he says her name. Her gaze lowers to his curled fist, the pearly white blood. Her jaw sets, her brow falls into a frown and she takes a shaky breath. It's like she's a teenager again, she feels angry but more at herself than anything else.
Before she says anything else, she grabs him and pulls him into a rough hug. Because he's here, he's alive - at what cost, she doesn't know. But he's here at her door and not dead. "Yeah, I guess so." Back for what? Back for round two? Back living in her dead father's house where his blood stains the floor? She doesn't really know.
It kinda makes up for it, seeing him again. She.. missed him.
She takes a step back, breaking the contact. "So.. you gonna come in?" she asks, clearing her throat and looking away, "Or do you wanna just bleed the fuck out at my door?"
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He looks like a fucking train-wreck and she doesn't know what the fuck happened to him or why he's bleeding on her doorstep. It feels so familiar it hurts. She wants to reach for him, but she remains frozen, still staring at him as he averts his gaze. It's almost like some spell that breaks when he says her name. Her gaze lowers to his curled fist, the pearly white blood. Her jaw sets, her brow falls into a frown and she takes a shaky breath. It's like she's a teenager again, she feels angry but more at herself than anything else.
Before she says anything else, she grabs him and pulls him into a rough hug. Because he's here, he's alive - at what cost, she doesn't know. But he's here at her door and not dead. "Yeah, I guess so." Back for what? Back for round two? Back living in her dead father's house where his blood stains the floor? She doesn't really know.
It kinda makes up for it, seeing him again. She.. missed him.
She takes a step back, breaking the contact. "So.. you gonna come in?" she asks, clearing her throat and looking away, "Or do you wanna just bleed the fuck out at my door?"