[For Lucy] Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes and she's gone

[make_it_better]

Jude had waited as patiently as he could, for Lucy's sake and for his own. She'd been living a different life from him for a while, she'd need time to deal with his reappearance in her life. That was fair. For him, he was still trying to wrap his head round this whole new world he found himself in, a world that was confusing and strange and impossible and yet irrefutable. So he'd told himself it was best to wait, at least a few weeks.

After more than a week of not seeing her, of missing her eyes, her smile, her hair that was like sunlight, his resolve had wavered and he decided he'd waited long enough. He looked up her address--and discovered that this whole time she'd been just one building away. He'd laughed at that, at the fact that they could have run into each other at any time and just hadn't. There was no significance to the fact, really, it was just funny how life worked sometimes.

It was early yet, so he decided to kill some time and take an offering with him. He ran to a nearby café for a coffee and pastry for her, and tea for himself. Then he made his way to her door at what he hoped was a reasonable hour and rapped at it smartly, beverage in each hand and the paper sack with her breakfast clasped in his teeth, half-covering the grin of anticipation that he couldn't stop as he waited to see her again.

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[radicalize]

Lucy pushes a hand back through her hair, sighing. She'd expected as much — this is the way things have always gone with them, at least on her side of things — but that doesn't make it any easier, and while it might not be fair to hold things he hasn't technically done yet against him, her patience is still thin where this subject is concerned. Just the fact of her not being interested should be enough, and even apart from that, she can't think of a single reason why it would make sense for her to get back together with him. "Yeah, it is a different world," she says. "One where it's been almost seven years for me, and where I've lived through all this shit you haven't. A lot's happened, and the two of us, we didn't work."

[make_it_better]

"So that's it, then? You're just done? Just--wash your hands of me, yeah?" Jude snorted, shaking his head, his chest aching with pain and anger from her rejection, delivered so easily, as if it was nothing to her. As if he was nothing to her. "Guess those seven years have changed you quite a bit, haven't they?" His Lucy--she was brash and outspoken, she didn't just sit back and let others roll over her, but...but she wasn't like this.

[radicalize]

Lucy scoffs before she can help herself, her resigned expression shifting into one of bitter distaste. For Max's sake, if nothing else, she'd wanted to try to make this go smoothly, but it's becoming increasingly clear that that was never going to be a possibility, and she should have known better. They may be in a different world, the problems at hand may have changed, but this still feels painfully familiar. "Yeah, you know what, maybe I have changed," she retorts. "Back in New York, I stayed in a relationship where I was miserable months longer than I should have. Now I know better. I've been done a long fucking time."

[make_it_better]

"Well, that's great," Jude said sarcastically, burying his hurt beneath anger. "That's just great, Luce. Cheers, then. Lovely to see you again." He shook his head and moved toward the door, a lump in his throat making his last few words sound thick with emotion.

It wasn't the reunion he'd hoped for. Not by a long shot.