"See... It's not like I'm trying to be bitchy about it, but seriously—he has some goddamn nerve to say all of this was just his plan from the beginning...? Are you fucking kidding me?! Fuck off!!"
Delphine snarled with a vicious snap, stabbing her food with her fork before shoving a bite into her mouth. She chewed with such rage that it felt like she was imagining his face between her teeth.
Dora stayed quiet, her lips sealed, just sitting before her with patient silence. She had been listening to Delphine's rant for what felt like hours now.
She didn't interrupt.
She didn't judge.
She just ate her food quietly, like a good friend who knew her broken-hearted comrade needed to vent, needed someone to just be there.
