my muse's reaction.

   _{❝—-… Pretendin’?
     You think I’m p r e t e n d i n’?❞}

   _{[it was enough to say the least — this aggrieved Naomi.
    hazel irises frowns, but her lips tug a smallest of a snarl,
    her heart dropping to her stomach. she wasn’t angry;
    but she was disappointed. how s e l f i s h Clem had
    sounded; how she can’t believe.]}

        _{❝… Clem. I l o s t people too.
          I lost my parents — I don’t even know if
          my siblings are still bloody alive — I lost
          my b e s t friend; I w a t c h e d her die by
          the trigger — and I couldn’t STOP her!
          How can I p r e t e n d when I know how it
          is to l o s e people that were important t’ ya?❞}