( there's two sides to this conflict, inside of her head: realistically, she knows he must've done... some awful stuff, to get his wrist so messed up. but... she's also never seen that part of him — and she recalls, now, that he said he didn't want to hurt her. up until now... was all the warmth he'd showed her a lie? a part of the act? or was it just another side of him, the boy who she saw in the mirror shards, hands clean of blood?
she wants to understand him. it's stupid, and she knows her heart aches for him because she's an idiot who feels too much, too quick, but — )
... ( she won't cry in front of him. instead, she puts on her best i-bottle-everything-up-until-it-spills-over-and-i-wanna-die face and shoves her hands into her pockets, trying to appear cool and casual.
yeah. )
Mine's really boring though, you know? Just dumb teenage drama stuff, nothing you can't watch on tv. ( but if he still wants to trade... that's a yes. )
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she wants to understand him. it's stupid, and she knows her heart aches for him because she's an idiot who feels too much, too quick, but — )
... ( she won't cry in front of him. instead, she puts on her best i-bottle-everything-up-until-it-spills-over-and-i-wanna-die face and shoves her hands into her pockets, trying to appear cool and casual.
yeah. )
Mine's really boring though, you know? Just dumb teenage drama stuff, nothing you can't watch on tv. ( but if he still wants to trade... that's a yes. )