Matt listened to her speak.
Listened to her explain.
The poor girl. His girl.
“So anyways, I’m like- a certified ‘psycho’ now.”
She snickered at the term, crossing her arms. For someone who’s been through so much, she obviously didn’t seem to care.
“How’ve you been? I don’t think i asked.”
She sipped the coke she held, placing the glass cup on the marble table.
so like i never finished this and it keeps popping up and im lazy so im js ognna post it
