"I never said that!" That wasn't what she had meant at all. "I woke up that morning and you were still sleeping." It was all so fresh in her mind. Like it had happened yesterday. Even if a year had past and a thousand other memories had come and gone, she could still picture that morning perfectly.
"You were sleeping and I realized how I-- you-- I just had to go. It wasn't anything you did. It was me, okay? I'm the royally fucked up one here." Hestia wanted to shake Charlie. She wanted him to know that it wasn't because he wasn't good enough for her or anything like that. The entire reason she had run away is because Hestia knew she was in love with her best friend. And they weren't the sort of people to fall in love. They never had been.
Hestia looked at Charlie, really looked at him and felt herself deflate. This was horrible of her. Standing in the street screaming at Charlie when she deserved this. He should leave her along with her stupidity. Hestia gave up then. She shook her head and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "I'm going back home. Be careful." Turning around, Hestia headed back towards the flat. If he never came back she wouldn't blame him.