Lydia Martin is done with the supernatural. (fieldsmedal) wrote in motelca,
Her face starts to crumble again and she wraps an arm around her knees, keeping her other hand still wrapped around Scott's as she takes the time for a couple more deep breathes. Her eyes are unfocused, distant as she shakes her head a little.
"I talked to him. I yelled at him. I cried and I demanded and I slapped him--" she sobs quietly again, then lets out her breath. "There was just-- there was nothing."
She can't look at Scott at all now, she closes her eyes tightly and swallows hard. "He doesn't care," she whispers through clenched teeth, like speaking the words is actually physically hurting her. Because it is.