Who: Andrew and Victoria
Setting: His room just after
thisEven though she'd agreed to meet with Andrew, Victoria was dreading it. The distance from her room to his felt like a death march, each step turning her stomach in knots, her body feeling like it had somehow managed to mirror her emotional state. This was going to hurt. She was sure of it. It had been easier to handle Andrew when she was angry, furious to the point of wanting to scratch his eyes out and make him bleed. But now she just felt wrung out and raw, drained of all her anger to leave her with the pain. Were there words enough to make it better?
She arrived at his door far too soon and stood there for a moment before trying the door knob. She'd thought maybe it would be unlocked and when it was she slipped inside, shutting the door behind her. Her room really wasn't an option, considering all her roommates, but she would have felt better in her own space if that had been possible. "Hello?" she called out, moving towards the living room.
( but what if I do like you )