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WHO: Rue, Mytho, maybe Fakir.
WHERE: Jinn Memorial School of blah blah blah.
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon.
WARNINGS: Um, yelling?
SUMMARY: Rue is sick of Mytho avoiding her, so she goes to visit him where he lives! That's sure to go well.
FORMAT: Paramagraph.
This was a foolish thing to do. She knew it so very well, she knew that Mytho was frightened of her, that Fakir would not want her here, that there were a thousand other reason she shouldn't see Mytho, least of because even she herself was dreading it a little. And yet, she was here, waiting on his doorstep like some lovesick little girl. Maybe that was all she was anyway.
But she'd tried to stay away, and it didn't work. She thought of him every day, when she partnered with other boys in class, when she saw flashes of white in the park, and turned around, foolishly, thinking it might be him. His absence, and her guilt, ate at her like nothing else. At the very least, she had to see him, to at least try to set things right, because nothing was worse for her than his hatred, not even indifference.
She raised her hand to knock on the door once more, loudly. Before she lost her nerve.
WHERE: Jinn Memorial School of blah blah blah.
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon.
WARNINGS: Um, yelling?
SUMMARY: Rue is sick of Mytho avoiding her, so she goes to visit him where he lives! That's sure to go well.
FORMAT: Paramagraph.
This was a foolish thing to do. She knew it so very well, she knew that Mytho was frightened of her, that Fakir would not want her here, that there were a thousand other reason she shouldn't see Mytho, least of because even she herself was dreading it a little. And yet, she was here, waiting on his doorstep like some lovesick little girl. Maybe that was all she was anyway.
But she'd tried to stay away, and it didn't work. She thought of him every day, when she partnered with other boys in class, when she saw flashes of white in the park, and turned around, foolishly, thinking it might be him. His absence, and her guilt, ate at her like nothing else. At the very least, she had to see him, to at least try to set things right, because nothing was worse for her than his hatred, not even indifference.
She raised her hand to knock on the door once more, loudly. Before she lost her nerve.