Summer
Eli grunts and pants, still trying to push the door shut but I'm pushing against her. Slowly, her push becomes weak until she stops. She lets me in but her face is hidden by her hair as she looks down, squeezing her fist. I spread my arms to embrace her and she isn’t moving an inch nor hugging me back. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I loved your tempura. I’ll never joke about it again. Please, forgive me.” “I worked hard on that, you know…,” she growls, sobbing a little. “I know… I know.” “Of course, I knew that you were joking but… I don’t know why I… I don’t know why I got upset. This isn’t like me. I don’t know what is happening to me. I don’t understand.” “Maybe it’s because of your period.” “Yeah,” she nods, wrapping her arms around me. “maybe it is.” I kiss her head then say, “Come
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