”how could i hate her?”

you and clarisse are standing in the woods together, at night

“i know you probably hate me.” you say quietly

she looks at you softly, she thought to herself ”how could i ever hate her?”

“but you’re the only person who actually talks to me.” you look up at her

“i never said i hated you.” she says, as her eyes soften as you say all of this

your eyes slightly lighten up “well..i like you.” you say nervously

her gaze softens and she smiles faintly