ceena face flashed guilty at that point.
she closed it and handed it back to me.
i could sense the weird and uncomfortable vibe that set the rest of the lesson in quiet between us. besides the small expressions of "sorry" when you or i bumped legs together. and the small faces she would make when she didn't understand something.
to me, it was still words.
i normally like quiet, but for some reason,
i hated that.
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Masked Up
Short Storyfeelings are natural, masking it up is man made. [~short story, no caps intentionally~]