Shady

Ky looked at her for a moment then nodded. “Good.”

“They’d judge themselves for it,” she said quietly. “They want nothing more than for me to be happy. It hurts them when I’m not. I can see it. They feel ...

Ky picked her tea up as well, nursing it as she considered. She almost wanted to agree, to make this stop. But that would make her a liar. She didn’t ...

Ky sighed.

“That’s not something you can promise,” Ky argued. “Words come with consequences, even if those consequences aren’t punishment.”

“Of course you won’t.” Ky waved her hand dismissively. “Which is why you don’t deserve it. You’re just an innocent bystander watching my life fall apart. It’s not your fault. ...

“Mm.” Ky considered it for a moment, looking down at her tea. It was easier to look at it then Sara. “It… it’s not that simple.” She sighed deeply and ...

Ky squinted at her. “How would it spite him to do exactly what he wanted?”

“He was always right,” Ky said, looking away again. “If he said someone was lying or going to do something or ask for something — whatever it was, he was ...

Ky looked at her then back at her tea and was silent for a long moment. “If I lash out, then he wins.” She looked back at Sara, feeling stiff. ...

Ky eyed her for a moment then looked down at her tea. “I don’t think you understand what you’re asking for.”

Kind of like this confrontation? Did she think this was comfortable? What even was this? An intervention? She didn’t need an intervention. “I genuinely don’t know what you want from ...

Ky took her tea and slowly took a drink. It was too hot. Oh well. How the fuck was she supposed to answer that?

“If I had a better idea than what I’m doing, I’d be doing that instead.”

Ky stiffened and took her cup. “And what am I supposed to be doing differently?”