[Hayley drops her gaze to her coffee, partially because it's easier to stare at the cup when lying and partially because it plays into the facade of vulnerability more. She tilts the cup in a slow and shallow circle, watching the liquid swirl around a bit, genuinely distracted.]
What if I don't tell him? Like, is he the kind of guy that can know even when I can't talk about it? Or should I try to.. I don't know.. find someone else? I can't- I can't rely on someone who won't be there again.
[The darkening of her tone at the end is intentional, but also sincere. She means to sound traumatized, but Hayley also knows that, to some extent, she is. Ruined by the father who abused her and the mother who looked the other way. She hasn't relied on people since and has never regretted the decision. Even with death, some part of her continues to cling to her belief that it's the right way to live.]
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What if I don't tell him? Like, is he the kind of guy that can know even when I can't talk about it? Or should I try to.. I don't know.. find someone else? I can't- I can't rely on someone who won't be there again.
[The darkening of her tone at the end is intentional, but also sincere. She means to sound traumatized, but Hayley also knows that, to some extent, she is. Ruined by the father who abused her and the mother who looked the other way. She hasn't relied on people since and has never regretted the decision. Even with death, some part of her continues to cling to her belief that it's the right way to live.]