โ if you were to show your scars I would have no choice but to show you the rest mine in return . . . After all i canโt have you beating me, right ? โ
His hand slowly unbuckled from the stems of the flowers as she took it from him before mirroring her and taking half a step back and hitting the wall
โ you should be seen around someone who wouldnโt get you in trouble , what if I hurt you too? โ
He stammered before placing the-
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" i don't ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ what other people might judge about. my room, my choice! "
then, more meekly added:
" so there's no need to cover up. . .
๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ. maybe i'll even show you mine. "
as humiliating as it is to admit her own emotion. .
this is an olive branch.
Palm of his hand against her closed door , he was trapped. No way out of this , just him and her.
โ but..if there happens to be a โnext timeโ โ
He took a deep breath followed by an even deeper swallow
He wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of her face, to hold her and reassure her that there was no need to frown to tell her that itโd be okay
But here he was , unable to move his hands and there she was , only a few feet away
He noticed her frown before seeing her looking at his hands - one scarred as if it had been run through several blenders and the other mechanical. Itโd nearly skeletal if not for the mechanical sounds coming from his fingers twitching
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she feels guilty,
& hana song does ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต handle guilt well.
reaching out encircle digits around his hand that still yet holds the bouquet, she just about manages to peek at him.
shame, mixed with something else.
" & iโโ i wasn't gonna bail on you, okay? "
โ i wasnโt expecting you to bail out either..i honestly wasnโt expecting to be allowed out here, i was nearly expecting someone to be out here ready to turn me away. Could you imagine the things people would say if they saw me here with you?โ