*does not particularly feel like getting up, thank you*
*waits until she hears a second knock before wrapping her blanket around her shoulders and trudging to the door just in case, by some miracle, you're Túrin and have come to tell her all is forgiven*
*makes a sound of protest* Hey now. No granddaughter of mine could be a terrible person. I know it seems like the end of the world today, but once you put a little distance between you and the problem, things will seem brighter. I promise.
*smoothes your hair gently* We've all made mistakes, yes? Some of them very grievous ones. The important thing is that you recognize them and want to make amends. Now. What happened?
*shrugs rather listlessly* We were arguing about something and then I just blurted it out. And then didn't know how to take it back without making things even worse. *quietly* He may have been trying to break up with me at the time.
*tries to rationalize this in some way without actually advocating more lying* But...could it be you thought you were pregnant at the time? And it just turned out you were mistaken? Throw me a bone here.
*more sniffling* No. I didn't. I was so afraid of losing him. And then he proposed—he's sweet that way—and all I could think was I won't lose him ever and I was just so happy but then it all went so far I didn't mean it to go so far, really I didn't, and before I knew it we were at our engagement party and his parents were so kind sort of and they had caviar and everyone looked so lovely and I think one of those ice sculptures cost more than my entire wardrobe and. *sob!*
*shrugs again* I did tell him. After I made the mistake of confiding in his best friend, she pushed me into it.
*angrily* She may have been right to do it but she was so fucking smug about it I can't stand it. What business of hers is any of it? She thinks just because she knew him once... *trails off and sighs sadly*
*takes your hand in both of his and pats it lightly*
I'm sure she was just doing what she thought she had to to protect him. That's what best friends do. *carefully* And I daresay you made it her business when you gave her information she felt her friend had a right to know.
*having more or less calmed down by now* I know. I know all of it. But that doesn't make me despise her less things easier, you know? I should have done things differently. But at the time, every choice seemed wrong. It's a poor excuse, I know.
*gets up and wanders into the kitchen to make tea*
You're still not a terrible person, Fin. Your remorse proves that. All you can do now is try as you can to see that he knows you're sorry. And hopefully someday he'll forgive you.
*feels fresh tears springing to her eyes* *wipes them away hastily, trying not to think of the countless times she's picked up the phone only to give up, knowing Túrin won't even speak to her*
*simply* You move on. There are plenty of fish in the sea. You have so much to offer, Finduilas, when you're not lying and manipulating, I mean. So much love to give.
*looks around at your tasteful decor and rich furnishings* *takes a stab in the dark* And you have your career...? Throw yourself into your work for a while.