Woodhull Private Hospital – Meteor City
Dark Elf lounged by the window as the glow of the rising sun warmed her brown skin.
… crunch────CRUNCH!!
A bag of chips crinkled softly in her hand as she pulled another one out, then tossed it into her mouth. Her half-lidded, scarlet eyes drifted lazily toward Gwen, who sat cross-legged on the hospital bed as she fiddled with the hem of her blanket.
"So…"
Gwen was hesitant to finish the little story she was telling Dark Elf.
"After that fight at school, I… well, I wasn't sure about Scott as a person. So, right after, I rejected him in the harshest way possible, and it left him really broken for a long time."
Her head went low in shame.
"I… I really don't want to talk about it."
There was a look of pain and sadness on her face—like if she had the chance, she'd go back in time just to hold him close and kiss him.
