How The Cookie Crumbles

"I want you… to love me too…"

She repeated. She didn't have to repeat it. I know if I did, I'd just end up fumbling, flapping my lips until I either accidentally bite my tongue, or immediately turn the other way and march myself away. 

Sure, broken bones sting, bruises throb and, open wounds sear… but the feeling of awkwardness was just plain bloody murder, and I've already been killed once. No thank you.

But as with literally everything else, she took the statement at surface level… acknowledging only what was said, and hearing none of the implications that came with it. That's why she could always say the things she said all so easy.

After all, can't think emotionally, when you barely have any to begin with.

"That… makes sense…" Adalia said, then slowly rose to her feet. "I have… questions…"