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cute
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najwa
narcissist
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POSTED ON Jul 19, 2019 14:21:43 GMT
Was he serious? After everything he’s done up until this point was he really in the dark about why trust issues would arise between the two of them? Especially after the whole spiel he gave him about how he wanted everything to bend to his will?
“Where do I begin?”
Usually he would not further into such boundaries, instead opting to either be more vague or outright avoid the question. But with his second glass now emptied glass paired with a pounding at the back of his head that told him that this needed to be said, it was hard not to speak.
“The first thing I should mention is that it’s hard for me to trust anyone, Fernando. I hardly even trust my best friend, your sister Stormy Silph. To trust someone who’s basically a stranger to myself is not off-brand for me. And with as limited as our interactions are, you are nothing more than a coworker to me at this moment.”
He taps his glass, eyeing the bartender for another fill.
“Then there’s the matter of all the off-kilter things you do and have done up until this point. These surprising, zany, wacky situations that you get yourself into- that you don’t inform me about when they’re something official. And even then, it’s something like dropping a bomb on a single person. Remember that? Remember when you got about half the leagues forces to hone in on some chick and her 2 goons?”
A sigh escapes him, a hand brushing over his hair, reeling it away from his face.
“It’s hard for me to trust you because you haven’t proven yourself trustworthy in my eyes.”
There are plenty more situations he could speak of where he’s done right, and plenty where he’s done wrong, but when the odds are even there is no tipping the scale in one way or another.
FERNANDO SILPH
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