THIS WHOLE SONG AND DANCE, I GUESS.
WE DON'T TALK OFTEN ANYMORE. EVER SINCE EVERYTHING, WE JUST LOST TOUCH WITH EACH OTHER.
IT'S NOT LIKE I DON'T WANT TO KEEP BEING FRIENDS WITH HIM, I DO!! IT'S JUST...
NEARLY EVERY TIME HE LOOKS AT ME. ALMOST EVERY TIME I TOUCH HIM.
...I SEE HIM FLINCH. PANIC FOR A SPLIT MOMENT, AS TINY OR UNNOTICEABLE AS IT MAY BE. I HAVE TO BE CAUTIOUS AROUND HIM, CHANGE HOW I LOOK SO THAT HE DOESN'T... SEE HIM AGAIN. I CAN'T BE MYSELF AROUND HIM ANYMORE.
AND I HATE THAT. I HATE SEEING HIM SO AFRAID OF ME. BUT CAN IT EVEN BE HELPED? COULD WE POSSIBLY GET TO THE POINT WE WERE AT, BEFORE ALL THIS FUCKING SHIT? WE WERE GOING TO HAVE FUN AND HANG OUT RIGHT BEFORE I WAS SNATCHED UP AND WAS REPLACED, FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
IT... WOULDN'T BE EASY, IF WE EVER ACTUALLY TRIED. CITRUS HAS CHANGED ALMOST COMPLETELY SINCE THE INCIDENT.
...AND HONESTLY? I'M TERRIFIED THAT I BRING ONLY BAD MEMORIES FOR HIM AT THIS POINT.