(Written for the Drabble Day "line" challenge on the_safehouse livejournal community: use the line "I really thought you were making progress. I thought, great, you've finally decided to live your life. Wrong again." (Darren, Bedrooms and Hallways))
Sometimes I feel like I don't understand you at all.
I really thought you were making progress. I thought, great, you've finally decided to live your life. Wrong again. Was that me being selfish, only seeing what I wanted to see, or are you really that good at deceiving me?
You seem to be so good at reading me, and I'd like to think it works both ways. I know I'm competitive, but this isn't about one-upmanship - it's about being a good partner. I'd like to say it's about being a good friend, but we're not really friends right now, are we, Bodie? You haven't forgiven me yet, that much is clear even to me.
I wish you'd understand there was a reason I turned you down. A perfectly valid, important reason. I realise now I should never have flirted with you in the first place, never given you a reason to get your hopes up. If I could go back in time, I'd do things differently, I swear. I never meant to hurt you.
At least you're still alive. Things will get better in time - not tomorrow, I know, but maybe next week or next month. Or maybe you'll prove me wrong again.
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