Sara has struggled to talk to her father for a long period of time. she had thought, well he raised me well. I've grown up. I should be able to talk to him, right? she had recently been talking to her mother, and found out horrible things her father had done. she just wanted to confront him, scream and yell at him for the horrible things he's done to her, her siblings, mother, and other people. but she couldn't find it in her. then, she had met kokomi. kokomi was a pretty girl, a smart girl, a kind girl, and she was just perfect in general. she would sit down for hours, just talking to her. kokomi had managed to help sara with her dad.
"What happened?" Nat's voice was so low Wanda could hardly hear what she was saying. "Why did you do that to me? Ghost me, no clarity, not a word?" she said this with a hint of impatience it made Wanda feel even worse.
"I'm sorry..." She started, her accent coming through a little. Nat loved her accent, but she hated how her stomach twisted into knots and she completely lost her cool when she looked into those eyes, swirls of grey, green and brown, the color was deep steadfast and penetrating. "I should not have been so harsh on you..." She continued, "I was looking for someone to blame, someone to take my sadness out on instead of-" she stopped abruptly, those perfe- awful eyes glistening with tears. Nat stepped closer wanting to do something...
"Instead of..." Nat indorsed, patiently.
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