“Do you mind?” There’s a certainty within her voice, a harsh tone no matter how hushed it may be as her brows furrow. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t.” Gloating, mourning, whatever it was ---- it could be said that it was more confusing than anything towards the girl who had felt momentary compassion. A momentary lapse that had made her feel less like herself more than anything, and at this point she wasn’t sure it was something she needed or wanted.













