What Becomes of the Broken-Hearted (c)

[Wraith]

A familiar lump rose in her throat, but she pushed it back. Script had enough to deal with. "Yeah, I-I guess it is. But I'm doing all right." Dealing with a brother whose break-up was even more devastating had sort of forced her to pull herself together. And then, of course, she'd met Fire...

[Script]

She sighed. "Clara, you don't have to sugar coat things for me. I know Sebastian's not okay, and I know you're not all right. You can talk to me."

[Wraith]

Well, she'd asked for it. "I drank a lot and did some stupid things, including throwing myself at Tara, which obviously didn't end well. You and Seb were still in the Refuge, and I was crying and brooding all the time, and I felt like I wouldn't make it for a while." She took a deep breath. "And then I met this girl who just moved in and..." She shrugged, the inevitable blush coloring her cheeks. "I guess I like her. Anyway, we're friends, and she makes me feel better about...well, everything."

[Script]

She reached over to squeeze her hand, sorry that she was hurting and left alone, all because of some stupid revenge plot. Okay, so she was still a little bitter.

She gave Wraith a smile. "Who's the new girl?"

[Wraith]

She blushed deeper. "Her name's Firecracker." It wasn't really breaking her promise of secrecy; she hadn't mentioned that Fire liked girls, too. Not that it made any difference, when she was clearly stuck on a girl who wasn't Wraith.

[Script]

She managed to smile. "Is she pretty? Is she nice? Does she like you, too?" She figured the more she made Wraith talk, the less time she had to focus on her own issues.

[Wraith]

"Yes, yes, and like I said, we're friends." She gave Script a look. "Um...I know this is sort of hypocritical coming from me, but shouldn't you maybe...talk about what you've been through or something? I mean, th-there's supposed to be this whole healing process..." Wraith shifted uncomfortably. She hadn't exactly dealt with her own experiences in a traditional fashion.

[Script]

She looked over at her a moment before blurting out. "I'm hooking up with Skittery." Oh, Jesus.

[Wraith]

Whatever Wraith might have already seen or suspected, she kept it to herself. Instead, she just appeared to give the announcement serious consideration. "I'm not sure that's part of the healing process."

[Script]

She sighed. "I'm healing just fine. I go to church on Sundays." She glanced over at her. "He distracts me."

[Wraith]

"How does he feel about that?" Wraith asked gently. "I...I don't mean to judge, it's just...I tried that with Tara, and she wasn't having it. Because she's Tara, and she doesn't play along with me when I'm drunk and stupid. But if this guy gets attached, and if he's just a distraction..."

[Script]

"He knows. He said he didn't want a relationship. Clearly, neither do I. We're friends. With benefits." Saying it out loud made her feel cheap. Sebastian would never think of her the same way again.

[Wraith]

"Oh." Wraith smiled slightly. "I guess it's better than drinking. Or opium."

[Script]

She snorted. "Yeah, haven't tried opium yet. Just booze and cigarettes." She sighed. "It's pathetic, I know. But when I'm drunk or with Skitts...I don't think about Sebastian. I dream about him every night. I need a break sometimes."

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[Wraith]

"I wish I could help," Wraith said softly. "It's just...I've never broken up with someone. I mean, it's never been my choice. So to want someone and not want them at the same time...I'm about at lost as you are."

Objectively speaking, anyway. As a sister, she just wanted to say that Sebastian was a truly good guy underneath all the scheming, and Script should take him back. But as a friend, she wasn't sure that advice would be well-received.

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