Longshot's lips left hers reluctantly, briefly looking around them. The rain has slowed, still trickling over their skin, sky grey, the forest dark. This was dangerous, at the least right now. Or maybe it was dangerous overall, his thoughts whirled, guilt invading his heart. Longshots eyes seemed to be sad in themselves, knowing that this creature in front of them would soon leave their sight. He looked down at their hands, squeezing hers, swallowing, finding his voice, "I'm... Sorry," he muttered.
As Longshot pulled away, she instinctively leaned forward again, expecting to meet his lips once more, but when they hadn't, her eyes fluttered open, her throat making a small, confused 'mmm..?' sound in response. Smellerbee wouldn't recognize the look in his eyes, but mistake it for something else entirely. Her head tilted a little to the side, perplexed.
Why did Longshot stop kissing her? She was enjoying that...
Why had he pulled away?
What was he apologizing for?
Why did he squeeze her hand?
Why was he looking at her like that...?
Wait - why was she even THINKING about this!?
Snapping out of the daze that overcame her, she realized what had just occurred. Her expression turned fierce, eyes in a pointed glare straight into Longshot's. She felt their corners start to sting in anticipation for the tears to come as she desperately tried to keep her jaw from quivering, without much success.
She sucked in a shallow breath, seeing it form in a puff of air in front of her before biting her lip. In one fluid motion, Smellerbee ripped her hand out from under his, pausing only for a moment to bring her arm back, then, she whipped it forward right across Longshot's cheek in an audible slap that reverberated through the forest air.
She gave up on trying to hold her tears back and let them spill down her cheeks (the rain would conceal them anyway), pressing her lips together in a thin line, their corners turning downward, eyes still fixated on Longshot.
Her whole chest hurt... no, it was only her heart, but its pain spread through her chest like a wild fire. Her throat felt dry and sore, clenching up tightly to swallow back the tiny sobs that threatened to escape.
Why... why would he do something like this!? How could he do such a thing!?
To mess with her emotions like this... that was low, even for him. She... she actually started to think... to believe that maybe... just maybe –
No, she wouldn't let herself finish the thought. She hated Longshot - she hated him.
















