[ she purses her lips, carefully tracking his attempt at casual leaning. he doesn't look outwardly hurt, but there's definitely something wrong with him. she represses the urge to fuss over him, she doesn't know what they are anymore, she's not his girlfriend that's for one. and if what the gamemaster said was true, only one of them would make it out of here alive, so it's not as if it matters what they are to eachother; one (if not both) of them would be gone soon.
she sits down by him, drawing her knees up to her chest. ]
When everyone started going at eachother I ran. [ a beat of silence. ] It seems like I was right not to trust anyone.
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she sits down by him, drawing her knees up to her chest. ]
When everyone started going at eachother I ran. [ a beat of silence. ] It seems like I was right not to trust anyone.