LEILA
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She let the last of the things slip from her fingers, a small thud against the floor that barely registered over the sudden silence which was heavy between us.
A thought, hard and dry, just seemed to calcify right in my chest.
I hadn’t actually laid eyes on Gerald all day. It struck me then, weirdly.
“You actually think he likes you?” The question just dropped, heavy and unexpected, landing right there in my ears.
Misa bent to pick up the fallen vase which was actually more of plastic so it didn’t get to break and then the flowers which I also did pick too, her movements quick and practiced, I didn’t even look at her while my eyes darted around the long passage way we were in, just checking if maybe, somehow, anyone could have possibly overheard that.
Not likely,
