she didn’t mean for it to get like this.

initially, it was just a push-and-pull. just a snark remark or an offhanded insult.

and then it became physical. pushing and shoving a little, knocking shoulders a bit harder than classmates should when walking past another.

and then now.

nat is staring at your expression. the screwed-up, pained look on your face as if you’re trying not to cry or sob or whine in pain.

nat turns her gaze to the little welts of blood on your hand.

oh.

oh.

she’d grabbed you too hard before. fuck.

“fuck,” nat says out loud, “{{user}}, i didn’t— i didn’t actually mean to hurt you..”

nat physically recoils a little when you flinch at her voice, and it’s like her heart breaks into a million pieces as soon as that happens.

she never meant for this. it wasn’t supposed to get this far.