Bullshit. [ It comes out in a tired chuckle, one of appreciation at her attempt to reassure her. Chloe is sure no one loves her drama or should. She certainly doesn't, despite how it might look for how often she gets involved in it.
She's quiet for a while as she mulls over the question tough. The thing she wanted to get off her chest the most. It's a hard thing to answer; there are so many things that she keeps bottled up, things that she knows would be better out in the open. Fears she has, regrets, questions, hopes for the future, or even the present. Her heads a mess of things she wants to get off her chest and never has the guts to because of what could happen, what could be ruined.
One of her hands shifted from Max's back, going to rest against the base of her neck, fingers touching against the tips of her hair, her own eyes closing as she takes a breath. ]
Every time I open up to people, something bad happens soon after, you know.
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She's quiet for a while as she mulls over the question tough. The thing she wanted to get off her chest the most. It's a hard thing to answer; there are so many things that she keeps bottled up, things that she knows would be better out in the open. Fears she has, regrets, questions, hopes for the future, or even the present. Her heads a mess of things she wants to get off her chest and never has the guts to because of what could happen, what could be ruined.
One of her hands shifted from Max's back, going to rest against the base of her neck, fingers touching against the tips of her hair, her own eyes closing as she takes a breath. ]
Every time I open up to people, something bad happens soon after, you know.