[ her cheeks burn again, and she chews on her bottom lip knowing she'll have to talk about the whole incident in order to answer his question in full. jinx clears her throat, then averts her gaze back to the crayon she's toying with. ]
He confessed he has feelings for me. That he always had feelings for me. [ jinx loosely shrug a shoulder as she chuckles weakly. ] — Heh, and I, uh, thought he was joking. Y'know, just... trying to trip me up or something. But he said that he wasn't, and... he never wanted to fight me in the first place.
[ her tongue feels so swollen as she attempts to elaborate that day, and she moves her hand away from the marker to have her hands rest neatly in her lap. ]
Then he asked if... if I felt something, and I... — I mean, I've always felt some kind of something with him. This attraction or whatever. Like I don't want anyone else to hurt him, but me. Or... touch him. 'Cause I was first.
Then he just... got closer and closer to me.
[ steadily, her hand moves up to grab a handful of her straight locks, idly combing it through her fingers with her tone curling into a fairy tale like pitch. ]
He said that, we could just start over here, and all he wants to do is to hold me... and kiss me. But I told him, that he would just leave me or-or hurt me in the end, and we couldn't... be together. I said if he kisses me, it means everything was real, and it all means something.
[ jinx pauses as she thinks back, her breath carefully leaving her lips while staring off to nowhere in particular, and vacantly combing through her hair still. ]
He said he would never hurt me... and he'll prove that he's real and everything he felt... was real. So then he...
[ the pinks of her eyes glisten as she takes herself back to that exact moment, being physically present but not present at the same time. ]
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[ her cheeks burn again, and she chews on her bottom lip knowing she'll have to talk about the whole incident in order to answer his question in full. jinx clears her throat, then averts her gaze back to the crayon she's toying with. ]
He confessed he has feelings for me. That he always had feelings for me. [ jinx loosely shrug a shoulder as she chuckles weakly. ] — Heh, and I, uh, thought he was joking. Y'know, just... trying to trip me up or something. But he said that he wasn't, and... he never wanted to fight me in the first place.
[ her tongue feels so swollen as she attempts to elaborate that day, and she moves her hand away from the marker to have her hands rest neatly in her lap. ]
Then he asked if... if I felt something, and I... — I mean, I've always felt some kind of something with him. This attraction or whatever. Like I don't want anyone else to hurt him, but me. Or... touch him. 'Cause I was first.
Then he just... got closer and closer to me.
[ steadily, her hand moves up to grab a handful of her straight locks, idly combing it through her fingers with her tone curling into a fairy tale like pitch. ]
He said that, we could just start over here, and all he wants to do is to hold me... and kiss me. But I told him, that he would just leave me or-or hurt me in the end, and we couldn't... be together. I said if he kisses me, it means everything was real, and it all means something.
[ jinx pauses as she thinks back, her breath carefully leaving her lips while staring off to nowhere in particular, and vacantly combing through her hair still. ]
He said he would never hurt me... and he'll prove that he's real and everything he felt... was real. So then he...
[ the pinks of her eyes glisten as she takes herself back to that exact moment, being physically present but not present at the same time. ]