[ There’s a pause between messages. God. She doesn’t want them fighting, after everything. ]
Whatever. I’ll be over soon.
[ And soon she is. Standing at the door, looking...plain. She’s put on a t-shirt. She looks like she can barely see (because that’s the case)- no glasses. But she’s Cassandra, and she’s there, trying to pretend she hasn’t cried her eyes out multiple times that day. ]
no subject
[ There’s a pause between messages. God. She doesn’t want them fighting, after everything. ]
Whatever. I’ll be over soon.
[ And soon she is. Standing at the door, looking...plain. She’s put on a t-shirt. She looks like she can barely see (because that’s the case)- no glasses. But she’s Cassandra, and she’s there, trying to pretend she hasn’t cried her eyes out multiple times that day. ]