[ there is no "you're welcome", only the threading silence that she heard him, acknowledged it in her head somewhere and left it at that. asa doesn't look at him, either, not even at his feet. she could feel her cheeks hot with fluster, but it wasn't just that— her downcast eyes were so focused on the blood splatter across her shirt that you'd think she'd wipe their existence away if she stared hard enough.
shame. that's the right word. only a lifted hand could hide away the face that spares him no attention. if he didn't speak, she could've pretended he didn't exist. just apparition. just a bad daydream. ]
I, um. [ her tendency to follow the rules still urges her to go to school, because this was just another day in the life of a devil-ridden world, but a voice whispers to her. it wasn't yoru. it was someone before yoru. i wish . . . i had lived a little more selfishly. ] I need to, [ she waves her hand to look for the word, ] change. Clothes.
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shame. that's the right word. only a lifted hand could hide away the face that spares him no attention. if he didn't speak, she could've pretended he didn't exist. just apparition. just a bad daydream. ]
I, um. [ her tendency to follow the rules still urges her to go to school, because this was just another day in the life of a devil-ridden world, but a voice whispers to her. it wasn't yoru. it was someone before yoru. i wish . . . i had lived a little more selfishly. ] I need to, [ she waves her hand to look for the word, ] change. Clothes.
[ she doesn't feel like going right now. ]