[ Another bout of silence, though this time May managed to sniffle back, rubbing at her face with the towel that had been on her face. Once that was clear, she rolled her wrists together, standing up slowly...

And immediately pushing herself against Jen, her forearm against the other woman's chest and the other pinning that hand to the locker it was on. In her eyes was... not anger, at all. It was pain. Tremendous, crippling pain. ]

And you don't think I wanted to march with her?! I was abandoned! I was homeless! I was shit on the bottom of life's boot! She and I had every goddamn right to be tired, angry, and bitter.

We understood that about each other. We held each other in the lowest points of our lives and kept ourselves sane. What you call self-destruction was...

It was just that. It wasn't ever gonna get better for us... at least we weren't alone...

I loved her, Jen. And now she's gone. And you sit there, with her face and tell me she wasn't good for me? You wanna just go ahead and shoot me in the heart?