- Aug 9, 2016
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Jasmine's whole demeanor changed as Yuki just kept talking and talking. Her eyebrows raised and her mouth opened in slight disbelief at everything that he was saying. And the alarms kept going off in her head. Telling her how stupid she was to come here and try to talk to him. How stupid she was to expect empathy and decency from other people. Here he was, blaming her. Shaming her for daring to want an apology for his actions and the actions of people he had been with. Actions that had led her down the darkest path that she had ever been on.
"You-" she began, shaking her head in disbelief again as she struggled to find the right words. There were none. Anything she said, he would just deflect. She wanted to shake him like she wanted to shake Risky and Duke and Anna. To tell them that they were being unnecessarily callous and that they were hurting her in ways that she had no way of defending against.
Jasmine's stomach turned and so did she, looking towards the door that led from the rooftop back into the school proper. Her backpack still on her shoulder, she took a deep breath to push down the nausea building inside her.
"I'll pray for you, Yuki. You clearly need it."
A Catholic trick she'd learned: a little backhanded, sure. But she didn't feel like arguing with him or letting him have the last word. Jasmine walked back inside, breaking into a run as soon as the door shut and taking the stairs three at a time so he couldn't catch her if he tried.
"You-" she began, shaking her head in disbelief again as she struggled to find the right words. There were none. Anything she said, he would just deflect. She wanted to shake him like she wanted to shake Risky and Duke and Anna. To tell them that they were being unnecessarily callous and that they were hurting her in ways that she had no way of defending against.
Jasmine's stomach turned and so did she, looking towards the door that led from the rooftop back into the school proper. Her backpack still on her shoulder, she took a deep breath to push down the nausea building inside her.
"I'll pray for you, Yuki. You clearly need it."
A Catholic trick she'd learned: a little backhanded, sure. But she didn't feel like arguing with him or letting him have the last word. Jasmine walked back inside, breaking into a run as soon as the door shut and taking the stairs three at a time so he couldn't catch her if he tried.
