A week, she'd said. A week to go from practically perfect to that.
Jesus is a runner. He left multiple boyfriends bewildered, he'd had two who came home to find him packing, too. He can't judge Abraham for running. He won't let himself judge him for the cruelty in it, because there's no point. Abraham is dead. Rosita will never have closure.
"I'm sorry," he says, meaning for so many things. It explains some things, though. Her doubts about herself, how specific they seem to be, and how contrary to her knowing how much good she brings to a group. Abraham made use of her and left her when she was letting herself, the domestic part of her, show.
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Date: 2022-11-04 03:54 am (UTC)From:Jesus is a runner. He left multiple boyfriends bewildered, he'd had two who came home to find him packing, too. He can't judge Abraham for running. He won't let himself judge him for the cruelty in it, because there's no point. Abraham is dead. Rosita will never have closure.
"I'm sorry," he says, meaning for so many things. It explains some things, though. Her doubts about herself, how specific they seem to be, and how contrary to her knowing how much good she brings to a group. Abraham made use of her and left her when she was letting herself, the domestic part of her, show.