(34.) “You broke my heart.”
Her words hit him. The fact that he was gone for so long didn’t help and she had moved on. He had to accept it. The fact that this hurt her to argue with him about this shook Doyle a little.
Doyle’s eyes flashed to meet hers. His tone almost mocking. “Oh? Ye really want ta know? Cause it sure seemed like that’s exactly what ye wanted ta do when I was alive the first time. Ye showed no caring about me until I ‘ad kissed ye. And only then did ye still not show feeling. Did ye even cry when I died?”
He let out an anguished sigh at her actions. He didn’t mean to make her like that. “No.” Doyle shook his head a little, almost deflated. “No. I’m not going cause yer right in the fact that this ‘appened after I died. But I can’t ‘elp but feel like I never ‘ad a chance. I just- what can I even tell ye? Ye wouldn’t understand.” His hands dropped to his sides. “But if ye want me ta go then…as ye wish princess.”
Cordelia felt another jolt of anger course through her at his accusations. “That’s not what I was doing at all! Why do you think I had it out for you? I didn’t know how you felt; I’m not a mind reader. I cared about you before the kiss, just not in the way you wanted me to.” Her voice softened slightly, exposing old wounds. “Of course I cried. Is that even a real question?”
She lowered her arms slowly, but they still hung, loosely wrapped, across her torso. “You’re right, you didn’t have the chance. It’s not your fault, or Angel’s— or mine, but it’s what happened. And it’s over.” She echoed his sigh. “I just… if you’re going to be like this, then I don’t think we should be around each other right now.”
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"Aye. Don’t matter fer it were in the past.” Doyle shook his head. “Never thought ye ta be a cold ‘earted bitch Cordy....
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“And you expected me to realize that? Doyle, I was nineteen then; I was still just a kid. A self-absorbed kid who’d lost...
