"Don't." He said. "Don't act like everything is alright, when it's clearly not."
Tewksbury noticed the look on Hannahs face. It was the same look she had when he had completely shattered her heart. He wanted to erase his stupid mistake, but he could...
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[ oo4. the bickering. ]
HANNAH TOOK a deep breath, trying to ease the slight pain she felt on the side of her body. She'd been through worse. The constant beating that she would receive, and give to, Enola almost every day helped raise her pain tolerance a bit. But that didn't change the fact that she just jumped off a train, so it did hurt.
It wasn't really a 'beating' to be precise. Their mother would train them. Then when the time came, Hannah and Enola would compete. Pinning the sisters against each other was one of their mothers strongest suits. She wasn't always sure which sister would win, but one always wanted it more than the other, yet the other always seemed to win, nothing but luck, Enola would try to convince herself as her mother gave Hannah her second of glory.
It was never more than a second.
"You do make an awful lot of noise, don't you?" Enola asks, completely annoyed with Tewksbury's loud grunting.
Hannah snapped out from her short trance. Her eyebrows furrowed from their sudden bickering, she wanted no part in it.
"Well, it turns out, being thrown off a train hurts considerably more than you might think." Tewksbury looks at Enola for a second, before looking down at his clothes. "And I've lost a button." He begins searching for his lost button, but it was no use.
Hannah laughs at how the boy seemed to be failing miserably at trying to find his button.
"Tewksbury, I hate to break it to you, but we also just jumped off a train, so we are quite aware of the pain that comes after being thrown off a train." Hannah exaggerates. Tewksbury looks at her for a single second with a quite annoyed look on his face, before going back to trying to find his button.
"You know, it was you who threw me off the train." Tewksbury said.
Hannah ignores him, standing up from her spot on the hill and wipes the grass that accumulated on her pants. Enola followed quickly in her footsteps.
They both watched Tewksbury as he continued his search for the lost button.
Hannah makes her way closer to Tewksbury, her eyes searching for the button in the grass. "Tewksbury, there's no use of trying to find a button that—" Hannah stops her sentence, her eyes meeting a brown circle, also known as a button.
A smirk appeared on her lips as she kneeled down in front of Tewksbury. Her fingers touching the smooth, circular button.
Tewksbury, unaware of what exactly was happening before him, finally looked up. His eyes meet the brown button in between Hannah's thumb and pointer finger. His mouth dropped and his fingers made contact with the brown button. "How—"
