Week 7: Post Trial

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[Here she is... alive. Her death was much shorter than she assumed it was going to be when she was first strangled.

So she can be found in the library... just sitting in the middle of it.

It's over, isn't it?

They can go home, or where ever else they'd like to be.]

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[asswipe]

I'd rather eat my fist than grow up to become an asshole.

[HONESTLY... Don't scare her, oh my god.]

I think... you're going to do better than you'd expect. You work hard to be a good person, Rebecca, and that's one of the most important parts. [a beat.] If you ask me, anyway.

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Good. [That's said cheerfully.

But it immediately breaks into a sigh as she runs her fingers through her hair.]

I try. I try really hard, but I'm pretty sure I fuck up just as often. Or that I don't notice I've fucked up until really late. For a while I was wondering if I was the villain in my story.

[asswipe]

Isn't that just being human? Trying and fucking up. I'd like to meet someone who doesn't fuck up twice for every time they do something perfectly.

[Lord.]

Take it from someone who got sorted as a Villain for... really good reasons, actually. You're not.

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[In this moment, there's a very long list of all the thing she's done that could in no way be considered good. Stalking her crush, several arson charges, guilt tripping her mother, running over a cat, breaking and entering twice--]

I really wish I was as sure as you seem to be.

[But hey, there's a way to derail this, isn't there?]

I'm pretty sure Tiger chose my title. Since it feels like a huge joke. The men you love will never love you back, the only thing that happens on the road to love is suffering, I might as well turn into sea foam.

[asswipe]

[rebecca, wtf.]

Ever considered saying fuck you to that? Just— You know, fuck it.

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I'm seriously thinking about giving up on love right about now. It works out for other people, just not me.

[asswipe]

... I'd argue against that, but every guy in your life sounds like a mess? [SORRY, REBECCA.] You could, um, take a vacation from love instead.

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[She's not wrong.]

You know, I did say I was going to take a break from everything after all of this.