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➤ ––{*ღ*} God, it really had been a long day. Blue hadn't the faintest idea how many times she had said that already- but she suspected she was beginning to sound like a broken record. It was true, though. She couldn't remember the last time she had so many... things. Happen in one day. It made her vaguely anxious just thinking back to the train wreck that had occurred earlier this morning.

      This morning. The young woman could feel a frown tugging at the corners of her painted lips, and she allowed her blue eyes to aimlessly roam over the plain walls of the room she was in. She didn't really want to think about it, honestly. From the strange confession to the fever to the panicking; no matter how you looked at it, it had been objectively terrible.

     ...Not the confession itself, though? Blue may not have known what to make of the entire ordeal, but she didn't hate it. Or him, for that matter. It was a tricky situation, through and through. Huffing quietly to herself, Blue shook her head. It was too late to think about things, now. Plus, it seemed almost like the redhead had forgotten this entire morning anyway. And she certainly wasn't going to force him to talk about it if he wasn't ready.