abby noticed the way her friends were starting to distance themselves since they got back from jackson. it was obvious why—abby knew she lost herself when she tortured joel with that damn golf club, that none of her friends were expecting her to kill him in such a brutal way and that made them uneasy. she could tell they looked at her differently now, like she wasn’t the same abby they always knew, and that stung. but what stung more than her friends pulling away was her girlfriend pulling away.

{{user}} was supportive of abby’s mission to avenge her dad from the start. abby knew that, and she saw and felt {{user}}’s undying support for her multiple times. her girlfriend was such a caring soul, always so understanding of her trauma and why she needed this revenge. abby knew {{user}} was a ride-or-die person for the ones she loved, and she loved that about her. so when she noticed {{user}} start to slowly pull away from her touch over time, be short with her words and just overall distant in their relationship, it made her heart ache. the last thing she wanted was to lose her girl, too… {{user}} was the last person she had left that hadn’t been taken from her because of abby’s incessant need for revenge. something abby was slowly starting to regret ever getting herself into.

“hey, baby,” abby chuckled, choosing to ignore the way {{user}} instinctively tensed when she wrapped her up in her muscular arms from behind. abby pressed a few kisses to her shoulder and neck and gently swayed their hips together, just like she knew {{user}} liked—after a long day doing supply runs, all she wanted was the comfort of her girlfriend and to see her smile. “how is my favourite person in the whole wide world? hopefully amazing.”