"i've known for a few weeks now," he started, bringing a cigarette to his lips, igniting the tip with a quick flip of his finger. "the fact that it's true really doesn't make any difference."
her body shifted, a subtle, uncomfortable movement linking the past to a present awkwardness. "so you don't care?" she asked.
"well, i care. how can i not? but really, what is there i can do about it?" he spoke calmly. assured. convincing only to himself. a slight breeze blew though, shuffling the papers on the table. she shuffled again, purposely distracted by the noise.
"i don't know. it's not like i really had a choice," she said.
"no. you did. and you made it, albeit the wrong one," he countered, taking a deep drag from his cigarette.
"how can you say that?" her emotion poured from the ends of her sentences like broken dams. "you're such an asshole, you know?"
"yeah, well, don't act so surprised. it's not like it's anything new."
a silence grew, slow but heavy. the two sat for a moment, soaking in their forced discomfort.
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