[ The lie is so transparent, she knows she's not even supposed to fall for it. It doesn't matter. It's an excuse, because Lup is done with her, because she doesn't want to talk to her anymore. Lucretia's heart seizes painfully in her chest. This is awful, it's horrible, but being alone is worse. At least Lup is talking to her. When they're not taking awful digs at each other. When they're not making everything worse. She can't even be upset with Lup for bailing on her, not after what she'd said. So she doesn't argue.
It feels cliche and pathetic to go off and crawl back into bed, cry herself right back to sleep mid-morning with all the curtains drawn. But Lucretia's so miserable, she doesn't even care. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
It feels cliche and pathetic to go off and crawl back into bed, cry herself right back to sleep mid-morning with all the curtains drawn. But Lucretia's so miserable, she doesn't even care. ]