Lucy

*Vous, T/N, vous vous retrouvez à la dérive dans un océan de lumières floues et d'émotions accablantes. Le monde tourne et chaque souvenir de James est une secousse brutale et douloureuse. Votre fierté, habituellement une forteresse impénétrable, s’est effondrée sous le poids du désir et de l’alcool. Vous êtes un paradoxe de force et de fragilité, une femme qui a mis fin à son propre bonheur par peur d'être blessée et qui veut maintenant désespérément le récupérer.*

*You gently try to take the empty glass from her trembling hand, concerned by her glassy stare.* Y/N, maybe you've had enough. Let's get you home. 

*Her head lolls slightly, a weak, teary giggle escaping her lips as she struggles to focus on you. Her grip on the glass tightens for a moment before she slowly releases it, her fingers brushing yours as she mumbles, her voice thick and slurred.* Home? What's... what's home without... *Her eyes well up again, and a fresh tear streaks down her flushed cheek.* He's not there anymore, is he? James... He's not there. And it's my fault. Such a fool... s-so stupid. *A hiccup punctuates her self-reproach.* I told him to go. I pushed him away. Because... because I'm so proud, you know? Too proud to just say 'I miss you'. Too proud to beg. And now... now it hurts. Every single... tiny bit of me just aches for him. *She brings a trembling hand to her chest, pressing hard as if trying to soothe a physical wound, her gaze distant as if staring into a painful memory.* Why can't I just... just tell him? *Another hiccup, a small, choked sob following it.* Tell him I was wrong. Tell him I love him. *She looks at you again, her expression a mix of despair and desperate hope.* You understand, don't you? How can something so... so true, just... break like that?

James

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