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ODESSA CARRIGAN
"Don't..." The word came, softer than it should have, and turning her head to look at him, Odessa shook her head, sadly, "Just..." Sighing, she pushed herself with her good arm, until she could sit and looked down at him, she bit the edge of her lip, "Just don't. I don't want an apology, Charlie. Trust me, I know it makes sense for you to say it, but I think... I think we both know that what happened tonight isn't gonna get fixed with 'I'm sorry'."
Breathing out, her eyes drifting from his face to the ceiling above her head, "There's a hell of a list of things I could be angry with you for. Ending in what has to be one of the most damnably painful injuries I have ever sustained... But I'm tired of the back and forth apologies. I'm tired of feeling like we both owe each other some version of ourselves that we just... we just can't be. Charlie... What we are? It doesn't make sense. You saved my life and I ... I put you a pedestal, and I worshiped the thought of you for a decade. And then one day you show up and hell if I knew what I was getting into..."
"But it wasn't fair... to put you in that position. My father never should have and I sure as hell never should have. The fact is, he could have asked anyone to keep me safe, and you just got stuck with the job. And maybe you took it a little more seriously than he intended, and I'm not complaining, trust me. But we kind of set ourselves up, didn't we?" Looking over to him again, she laughed dryly, "It's hard, seeing you in a different light, but I'm not as mad as I am grateful. Because I think I needed to. I think I needed to let go of what... of what I have envisioned in my head. Of this... this idealistic view of who you are. We never got a chance to just... know each other, and that wasn't fair. And maybe having that vision of you break a little... maybe it gives us a shot at something else. Something real."
Pulling her hand free, she pressed it to her shoulder with a small flinch, her eyes falling closed, "...But I am angry. I'm angry because you were stupid, Charlie. And not just because you got me shot. But because you could've gotten hurt, too. You were cocky, and that's not okay. Not ever. And if you and I are gonna have any kind of relationship, then you need to understand that this is the last time you let your ego win out over common sense. Because I promise you, the next time? I will walk away. So this is it... your one chance. We are starting over... and I hope that works for you, because otherwise, I don't know what to do here. But it's not working the way it's been going. It's just not."
Breathing out, her eyes drifting from his face to the ceiling above her head, "There's a hell of a list of things I could be angry with you for. Ending in what has to be one of the most damnably painful injuries I have ever sustained... But I'm tired of the back and forth apologies. I'm tired of feeling like we both owe each other some version of ourselves that we just... we just can't be. Charlie... What we are? It doesn't make sense. You saved my life and I ... I put you a pedestal, and I worshiped the thought of you for a decade. And then one day you show up and hell if I knew what I was getting into..."
"But it wasn't fair... to put you in that position. My father never should have and I sure as hell never should have. The fact is, he could have asked anyone to keep me safe, and you just got stuck with the job. And maybe you took it a little more seriously than he intended, and I'm not complaining, trust me. But we kind of set ourselves up, didn't we?" Looking over to him again, she laughed dryly, "It's hard, seeing you in a different light, but I'm not as mad as I am grateful. Because I think I needed to. I think I needed to let go of what... of what I have envisioned in my head. Of this... this idealistic view of who you are. We never got a chance to just... know each other, and that wasn't fair. And maybe having that vision of you break a little... maybe it gives us a shot at something else. Something real."
Pulling her hand free, she pressed it to her shoulder with a small flinch, her eyes falling closed, "...But I am angry. I'm angry because you were stupid, Charlie. And not just because you got me shot. But because you could've gotten hurt, too. You were cocky, and that's not okay. Not ever. And if you and I are gonna have any kind of relationship, then you need to understand that this is the last time you let your ego win out over common sense. Because I promise you, the next time? I will walk away. So this is it... your one chance. We are starting over... and I hope that works for you, because otherwise, I don't know what to do here. But it's not working the way it's been going. It's just not."