Her gaze skitters down and away, following her fingers as she idly traces the lines of grout between the tiles on the kitchen counter. What she said, what she feels doesn't matter. It can't. She's been reminding herself of that every day since.
"Did you do anything you wouldn't have done, on any other day?" she counters. Maybe it's a little cruel, but she feels more cruelly treated than that. It's not every day a boy becomes literally sick at your kiss.
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Date: 2016-02-24 08:31 pm (UTC)"Did you do anything you wouldn't have done, on any other day?" she counters. Maybe it's a little cruel, but she feels more cruelly treated than that. It's not every day a boy becomes literally sick at your kiss.