Moira doesn't know that she can explain what drove her to leave. In the wake of her mother's abandonment of the town and everyone in it, something in her snapped. A realization of how easily she could become like the woman she loathes and fears the most; a realization that, in the right circumstances, she could turn into her own worst nightmare.
This, combined with the fear that Moira knows she is in no way or shape to become a mother. How can she can care for a child when she can barley look after her own family?
And now, of course, there's the added bonus of her resembling the witch said to have cursed the town to begin with.
She's not completely imperceptive to the way James' barely leans on the rest of the couch; he doesn't want her here, and who could blame him? She fucked up, just like Viviana Coombs before her.
"I know it was shitty of me, beyond shitty," she amends, looking out of the window. "And my entire family deserves better than that, believe me, I know. Alodia really...let me have it the other day, and she was right to do so."
She feels the hotness of tears spring to the corners of her eyes, and she curses under her breath. She is not going to break down here, not in front of James.
"I know these are just words, and I don't blame you for being angry with me, even hating me," she says, keeping her gaze firmly out of the window. Her stomach rolls then, and she winces. Fuck, she is not getting sick on top of nearly crying; not today. "I fucked up and all I can do is work to fix that, if I can."
"Oh, God, I'm sorry, can I use your - " she shudders and slams her hand across her mouth as her stomach revolts for what feels like the millionth time.
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This, combined with the fear that Moira knows she is in no way or shape to become a mother. How can she can care for a child when she can barley look after her own family?
And now, of course, there's the added bonus of her resembling the witch said to have cursed the town to begin with.
She's not completely imperceptive to the way James' barely leans on the rest of the couch; he doesn't want her here, and who could blame him? She fucked up, just like Viviana Coombs before her.
"I know it was shitty of me, beyond shitty," she amends, looking out of the window. "And my entire family deserves better than that, believe me, I know. Alodia really...let me have it the other day, and she was right to do so."
She feels the hotness of tears spring to the corners of her eyes, and she curses under her breath. She is not going to break down here, not in front of James.
"I know these are just words, and I don't blame you for being angry with me, even hating me," she says, keeping her gaze firmly out of the window. Her stomach rolls then, and she winces. Fuck, she is not getting sick on top of nearly crying; not today. "I fucked up and all I can do is work to fix that, if I can."
"Oh, God, I'm sorry, can I use your - " she shudders and slams her hand across her mouth as her stomach revolts for what feels like the millionth time.