Lay Your Cards Out (фемслэш)

“I’m sorry,” Victoria says again.
Taylor wants to push Victoria down, to reach down into her and drag out the rest of the apology she’s owed. She wants to know that Victoria understands what hurt her, why, but it’s all so exhausting. She leans back against the door instead, still gripping the doorknob, waiting.
“I don’t know,” Victoria sounds like she’s been choked, voice hoarse, barely there, “okay? I don’t know what we are.”
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Victoria and Taylor figure things out.