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༻❁༺═════𖠁𐂃𖠁═════༻❁༺ 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟿
𝓦hy didn't he like her? Was she too bold? Was she too loud? Did she look ugly?
'I always look ugly'
She sat on the shower floor of the hotel room as the hot droplets hit her back.
Maybe it was her sheep slippers.
Cradling her knees closer to her chest, she couldn't help the thoughts that swarmed her head. It wasn't her intention to scare the boy away. In fact, she wanted to know what was underneath that angry and mean mask he put on. Blossom believed that a huge heart lay beating inside his chest.
There had to be a little good in everyone...
Right?
The brunette was determined to find that out.
"Fuck!" She hissed and jumped up to fix the boiling water that was burning her skin. Her hands squeezed the shampoo bottle, giving it a good shake, so the dregs would come out.
For the rest of the plane ride Blossom had continued reading her book, not glancing up until they arrived in England. Maybe if she hadn't been so nosy he would've liked her better. His words hurt.
They hurt really bad.
Embarrassment is what she felt afterwards. Everyone on the plane had turned their heads around to look at the pair. Kurt had asked to switched seats with one of the crew members.
'Guess he had enough of me'
How was she going to face everyone after what happened? God, she was so stupid for asking him what was wrong. Who knew little actions like these could lead you to insanity. With the water falling down on her she couldn't even feel the tears fall down her cheek until she tasted something salty.