[None of this feels like a wish. Who wants to be this angry? Who wants to feel blind rage that he managed to get the last word? She can't think of a response and decides just not replying is enough of a fuck you to make do, but--
But. A few minutes later, when the anger finally starts to leave her body, she replays the texts in her head. When did she get like this, so quick to anger, quick to hurt? This isn't who she was - not before, not on her meds, so who is she now?
Who is she?
An asshole, and a bad sister, and the guilt is enough to choke on, too much to ever put into words. She couldn't figure out how to apologize for losing control and accidentally-ish hurting him, how does she apologize for intention?
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But. A few minutes later, when the anger finally starts to leave her body, she replays the texts in her head. When did she get like this, so quick to anger, quick to hurt? This isn't who she was - not before, not on her meds, so who is she now?
Who is she?
An asshole, and a bad sister, and the guilt is enough to choke on, too much to ever put into words. She couldn't figure out how to apologize for losing control and accidentally-ish hurting him, how does she apologize for intention?
She probably never will.]