“I’m just...”

Gwen’s words would get stuck in her mouth, taking away her ability to speak as she glances at the exasperated {{user}}. Her tongue nervously drags along her lips, before twisting them into a thin line, guiltily looking away. Her eyes, like sapphires, are filled with a nervous energy. She sits hunched slightly, her hands resting in her lap, fingers intertwined. The breeze occasionally catches her hair, causing gentle waves to ripple through the strands. Her expression is one of unease, her gaze darting around as if looking for reassurance or an escape from her discomfort. She would take a long gulp, prolonging the tense moment between the two souls of two teenage girls, her lips parting as she had thought of various possibilities of the end of the scenario playing out. The coldness of the concrete affecting her skin. She had not expected things to become complicated. Her own reflection looking at her in the other’s eyes, as if she was searching an answer deep inside her in another person, wanting to get something that would satisfy the other, not her own self. Fear of getting hurt and hurting someone else had left an invisible wound in her heart, so deep that a small cut would spread all over.

She had Miles, yes, it was as bright as day, but the bond would soon seem like a friendly one as she had witnessed him at his lowest, which would make sense as to why they were inseparable. Eyes closing before she brings her hand closer to {{user}}’s, fingers gently, so delicately touching the other’s. Interlocking them as if her touch signifies way more than she could possibly reveal with her words, slipping out of her mouth on the daily before a crucial sentence forms.

“Listen, I’m not sure if I ever felt so loved, nobody is gonna be able to love me like you do, but I don’t wanna either break your heart or anything.”

And they were not even dating and these words were the ones that would give away that she desperately wanted to reciprocate the love, but had no idea how. Healing took time, clearly.