How had they managed to get back here? Rosalie didn't stand. She didn't have the fight right now after everything that had just happened to go back over something they'd already fought over what seemed like a hundred more times than they actually had. "I never said it was just sex," she closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the bed, so tired again. Sometime in the last few months at Bellum, an aching weariness had seemed to settle through her skin and bones, and it hardly ever went away now.
"I was eighteen and I thought I was in love with everything," she murmured, not even sure if Boyd would be able to hear her. "People and feelings and God, so much that I can't even remember. Anything that made me feel better. But it changed." Rosalie went quiet but she could hear the sounds still coming from the video game. At least someone in the room was still having fun. She went to take another bite of her apple and saw the little crescents where her nails had easily broken through the skin in the shallow indentations where her fingertips had pushed into it.