Ooc// I could never hate you.... D:
Bic//
Sage stared sullenly at her feet, trying desperately to overcome a strange feeling of pride that welled in her chest. Get over it, her conscious screamed at her, He's talking to you!
She blinked as she realized that Andrew was indeed talking to her.
Not starting off very well. The words coaxed a fragile smile to her lips. Obvious, but true.
"I suppose you're right," she mumbled after a moment, unsure how to fill the gap of the silence. It seemed impassible.
Sighing, she stood up and smoothed out her dress with whatever shreds of her dignity had survived the tantrum. She wiped an absent hand across her eyes, taking a few deep breaths and praying that her face wasn't red and puffy like it usually got when she cried.
Then she turned to Andrew, a question on her lips, but she was suddenly unable to say it. His. The word ran through her mind again, as warm as a blanket, but much, much softer than any earthly ob
ject could ever be. Suddenly, she was at a lost for words, her mind going mushy like a moonstruck calf.
She settled for waiting for him to stand as well, staring at the end of the hall with a fierce concentration. Trying to get her mind back on the right track. What was happening to her?
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