Catherine paced.

For once, she didn’t dawn a labcoat and sweats. She’d dressed in a hot pink nightgown, even spruced up her makeup, goddamnit! But it’s not like that mattered now.

She’d knew she’d always been a questionable woman, but she wasn’t expecting to have such a falling out with her daughter and.. well.. boyfriend? Is that what they were? She didn’t know anymore.

She’s never been too good with emotions, even she could admit that.

She sat down, pinching the bridge of her nose, muttering to herself.

God, get yourself together, Halsey!

She thought, clenching a fist.

This is why I don’t do things like this. Idiocy. She snapped her fingers idly, continuing to pace.

She didn’t wanna deal with the guilt of the Spartan program, and the loss of her only two loves. God.. what a world.