[ She knew Aaron was an asshole, but he's just crossed the line into 'irredeemable asshole' territory. ]
Okay.
[ Sarah rubs her face. ]
Look, Caleb. I.
[ A beat. ]
Whatever you do, however you feel about Chase, don't expect me to be okay with him, all right? Like, ever. If you pick him then you pick him, that's whatever. It's... I don't get it, I don't, I won't, but.
[ She bites her lip, tears stinging her eyes while she tries to figure out how to boil the rancid mess churning around inside her down into something digestible. ] I hate him, Caleb. I hate him.
[ That's all he can say. There's nothing else really to say. This all feels weird, and final, and he's wishing he could go back in time and just not say anything. His chest hurts and he's trying to ignore the pressure behind his eyes because he's sure Sarah feels 1000 times worse.
He just told her he's attracted to someone she hates. That can't feel good. ]
[ Okay. God, why do words just freaking suck at the most important moments?
This is where she should say she loves him. This is where she tells him it isn't his fault. This is where she should say something that proves she forgives him. ]
I'm gonna go. I'll see you in the communal building later. Dinner or something?
[ She doesn't say anything very comforting or reassuring but she doesn't freeze him out completely and Caleb? Will take what he's offered, at this point. ]
[ He isn't managing to say it either because it feels rude, somehow. Hi, I've upturned our lives by having feelings for someone dangerous, but I love you~ ]
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How would you know he doesn't care about that?
[ It could be the Brad Pitt movie. It could also not be. ]
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It wasn't one of those fear responses, I guess. Didn't seem like one.
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[ She knew Aaron was an asshole, but he's just crossed the line into 'irredeemable asshole' territory. ]
Okay.
[ Sarah rubs her face. ]
Look, Caleb. I.
[ A beat. ]
Whatever you do, however you feel about Chase, don't expect me to be okay with him, all right? Like, ever. If you pick him then you pick him, that's whatever. It's... I don't get it, I don't, I won't, but.
[ She bites her lip, tears stinging her eyes while she tries to figure out how to boil the rancid mess churning around inside her down into something digestible. ] I hate him, Caleb. I hate him.
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[ That's all he can say. There's nothing else really to say. This all feels weird, and final, and he's wishing he could go back in time and just not say anything. His chest hurts and he's trying to ignore the pressure behind his eyes because he's sure Sarah feels 1000 times worse.
He just told her he's attracted to someone she hates. That can't feel good. ]
I mean...yeah. I understand.
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[ Okay. God, why do words just freaking suck at the most important moments?
This is where she should say she loves him. This is where she tells him it isn't his fault. This is where she should say something that proves she forgives him. ]
I'm gonna go. I'll see you in the communal building later. Dinner or something?
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Dinner would be good.
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[ Love you. Come on. Say it. ]
I'll see you then.
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Okay.
Bye.