Shane loosened her grip she had around Faye’s hand and bit the corner of her bottom lip. “Yeah…” She sighed noticing that Faye was starting to get drunk and now wasn’t the time to spill her heart and soul out. “I guess I do.” She reached over and took a sip of her drink. Shane was always one to handle alcohol well. Even when she was drunk, she never really showed it.
“You know? I’m sorry”, Faye shrugged. “I have no clue what I am doing with you. I’m pretty messed up right now, because of reasons I cannot tell you. You have to understand that. And everyone always pours their heart out to my, because I’m a psychic and such a nice girl. It’s exhausting and I really hate it sometimes. So no offense. I just … need a break … I just want to be allowed to make mistakes.”
“Hey… I understand.” Shane smiled warmly at her then gave Faye’s hand one final squeeze before forcing herself to let go. It was almost heartbreaking to let go, so to occupy her hands, she tilted her glass still somewhat full. “You can make mistakes, Faye. But making mistakes isn’t always a good thing.” Shane took a deep breath and sat on the edge of her seat. “I’m not going to force you to do anything… don’t worry.” She locked eyes with Faye and backed up off of her, realizing that Faye didn’t feel the same way about her. “And just for the record…” A wide smile spread across Shane’s face. “I didn’t fall for you because you’re a psychic or a nice girl.” Shane looked down in her glass. “I fell for you because you’re not like any other girl I’ve met before. You’re…essential. And you treat me differently…like you care. And that means the world to me.”