[ she looks away - she can't look brilith in the eye, but she does cry. silently, with the tears just dripping down her face rather than full-out sobs. ]
I don't think you hate me. [ beau says, voice unsteady. ] I just don't want to embarrass myself in front of you.
[ still. even after everything. she's angry still, but it's buried so deep under everything that's happened this week that she's too tired to try and dig it up. she's just sad. and she's still young, and she's never felt it so keenly before. ]
I don't hate you either. [ beau mumbles, pulling her knees to her chest. ]
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I don't think you hate me. [ beau says, voice unsteady. ] I just don't want to embarrass myself in front of you.
[ still. even after everything. she's angry still, but it's buried so deep under everything that's happened this week that she's too tired to try and dig it up. she's just sad. and she's still young, and she's never felt it so keenly before. ]
I don't hate you either. [ beau mumbles, pulling her knees to her chest. ]