Maggie stared at him in wide eyed shock as she waved the letters in the air as if they were proof enough, an answer to his question of writing into the magazine. Clearly he had, or someone had done it for him otherwise the damned letters wouldn't be there! They wouldn't be having the fight if it hadn't happened! And even he hadn't been the one to send the ad in, he'd still thought to respond to them. That was a slight enough in itself! One she should be ignoring, truth be told, considering she'd told him they were to be nothing more. Now she was beginning to wonder if any of it would be worth it in the end.

"What else am I supposed to think, Lorcan?" she asked, still glaring but her tone holding less of a bite and showing more of an exhaustion. The tension that had been between them since the first night was exhausting. Walking around on glass and avoiding him was just exhausting. Everything. All of it. She was exhausted and she didn't want to be. It wasn't even a good exhaustion. She was miserable when she should have been happy and living her dream. She'd gotten her dream but there was no happily ever after in the slightest.

A sigh left her as she shook her head. She didn't want to fight with him, she really didn't. "No," she said softly, a more defeated tone coming into the mix as she finally look away from him and simply looked to the ground before her face fell into her hands. She wasn't crying despite wanting to.

"This is all just one bloody fucking mess," she mumbled, more to herself than anything but damn she didn't know what to even say or do anymore.

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