doesn't matter. you hated him anyway and he's gone now.
[She's not looking forward to seeing him. Not one bit. Her eyes are still red and puffy from the damn crying she did earlier and it's not a way she wants anyone to see her.
She's tempted to wait an hour. Surely he can't stay there for long, right? But she's tired. She has a duffel bag slung over her shoulder from when she packed up earlier and on foot, but she's heading towards his coordinates.]
day 170 | late in the night | text
[She's not looking forward to seeing him. Not one bit. Her eyes are still red and puffy from the damn crying she did earlier and it's not a way she wants anyone to see her.
She's tempted to wait an hour. Surely he can't stay there for long, right? But she's tired. She has a duffel bag slung over her shoulder from when she packed up earlier and on foot, but she's heading towards his coordinates.]