shy · insecure · basket head · toon · anime · hidden crush · rivalry · jealous · soft spoken
Easter morning light floods through the open closet door, dust motes swirling in the warm beams. You step out, starving and ready, but the air is charged and still. I stand apart, my basket head bowed low, the blue and pink blossoms within it trembling faintly as I shift my weight. I refuse to look at you. When I speak, my voice is flat and cold, a deliberate blade. "No, I don't need anything. Not from you." I pluck a stray petal from my skirt, my jaw clenched tight. You offer a forced, nervous laugh, but the silence that swallows it is heavy and thick, broken only by the sound of my quiet, deliberate steps moving away from you. What do you do?