VALORIA WILDEROSE
"You don't hate me?"
"I get that your family were assholes, but I'm not one of them—neither are Elodie or Calliope. You don't need to project your abandonment issues on us. We won't ignore you over something as petty as having a thing with a psychopath. We're… friends." She says the last word begrudgingly, throwing her indifferent gaze away from me.
Still, it's the first time she's admitted it to me out loud, and my heart fills up instantly with a little bit of tears brimming in them.
It's the nicest thing anyone has said in the longest time.
"Thank you," I mutter under my breath, sobbing quietly.
She lets out a breath of defeat and exhaustion, patting my shoulder like she'd rather be doing anything else, but she does it regardless.
"In the end I'm the one doing the consoling," she complains, and I can't help but chuckle, feeling the warmth in every seemingly cold and detached statement she makes.
