[ for a moment, there's a swell of frustration that she doesn't understand. why would he want to spend time with her? after she ruined his life? she pictures her mother being dragged off to be floated (she didn't see it), there's an ache that rattles in her chest at the idea of it.
your fault.
she wonders if she'd be so forgiving if the tables were turned. if it had been his fault. she glances away from him, forcing herself away from those thoughts.]
I'm pretty sure that soccer and a date are two very different things... I think.
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your fault.
she wonders if she'd be so forgiving if the tables were turned. if it had been his fault. she glances away from him, forcing herself away from those thoughts.]
I'm pretty sure that soccer and a date are two very different things... I think.