Re: Motel: Sam & Liam
I don't regret everything. [She took another drag off the smoke, and she tossed it down on the filthy carpet and mashed it under her toe. She meant it, yeah? Maybe she should regret all of it, go back without fucked up shit and start over, but there was shit she wouldn't want to lose, and she wasn't introspective enough to realize it, not until he said there was nothing he wanted more.]
That's a fucking excuse, that shit about trusting people and making the wrong decisions. You know what the right decisions are, yeah? You just don't fucking make them. [And she wasn't expecting him to press; Liam never did. He asked how shit was, but only in that cursory way that was polite, and not because he really wanted to fucking know anything about her or her shit. But all addicts were selfish, yeah? Every fucking one, and it was a trait they shared.] Fuck easy. Easy isn't shit. You never get anything good with easy.
[Yeah, she tripped, she fell, but she wasn't giving up. No fucking way, yeah?] Good shit happens if you fucking fight for it. Nothing happens if you lie down and just let life run you the fuck over it. At least fucking try, yeah? That's something, trying, even if you fuck it up hard.
You think staying with Trystan is going to be good? Fuck that. It's going to be even worse than the shit you got going now, baby.