"i'm going to practice"
even his confused expression is charming
"practice what?"
she continues to place binders in her bag
"i figure skate"
finished with her packing, she zips up her backpack
the emotion in his eyes is indeterminable
she hates the word indeterminable almost as much as the word inscrutable
"why have you never told me?"
she shrugs
hitches her bag over her shoulders
untucks her hair from where it's caught in the straps
"it never came up"
and it really hadn't
she realizes that she hardly knows a thing about him
he was handsome
and a good kisser
undeniably sweet
and yet, seductive
rich, of course
but, what did he do?
what was his thing?
what did he try to perfect to the point of driving himself to madness?
what did he love more than anything, but utterly despise in the same way?
she didn't know
and she couldn't help but think
that this was why
she really wasn't meant to be in a relationship
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into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
