Spares The Mess
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Sadness and confusion, Mostly sadness.
They weren't supposed to feel this way, it wasn't like their character. The mask they had worn for years, It was being pulled off. And by this hurt girl they had met in the woods getting the shit beat out of her. She was the one pulling on the seams of Boe's reality, threatening to change it.
Change was terrifying, What happens when the mask breaks because she's pulling to hard. What if-
"H-hey? Are you okay? You look like shit." Lemon asked with concern in her eyes and furrowed brows.
'Heh,' "I'm fine, thanks." Boe smiled halfheartedly, dimples forming in their cheeks. She sighed, "liar."
They blinked, 'what. How .'
Lemon wrapped her arms around Boe's waist, she rested her head on their shoulder. "It's okay, You don't have to wear this old mask all the time yanno?"
Tears began to slide down Boe's face, they let out a small laugh, "y-yeah." they laughed, more tears gushing out of their eyes, overflowing onto their cheeks then dripping onto Lemons faded green jacket.
//jesus christ tivibi, who hurt you.//
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