- Nov 22, 2014
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But she already felt disgusted at herself, and realizing that she had misunderstood where Finch was going wasn't enough to help her. The damage was already done, she was already starting to take seriously her most painful thoughts about herself. She was already thinking about how she was literally less than a year old. How could she even call herself 14 or 15? But she couldn't exactly pass as a one-year-old either, so maybe she just didn't belong with anyone. Maybe the people she trusted the most, in that way she valued so much, were only taking advantage of her.
At least the strange noises Finch was making could distract her from these thoughts. Or at least for a few seconds. She was looking at Finch again, the whites of her eyes shot through with amber.
"You think I'm gross, don't you?" He probably did. That was probably what that noise meant. She hid her face in her knees again.