Jun 10, 2016
@chvyim | source
{ ✘ } The suggestion sounded so simple. Yet it continued to register as impossible for her to do. She preferred to wear a mask when out, both literally and figuratively. It had been how she was brought up, the mindset ingrained deep into her psyche. Amelie continued to examine her work int he reflection of her phone’s screen, brows pressing together with disapproval. “Not an option,” she replied, lowering the device. She canted her head to the side, her attention now upon him. “I need to look the way I feel. And I don’t feel like a prepubescent boy.” It was a self directed insult, sure, but its purpose served to deter him from asking anything deeper than the superficial conversation she preferred to hold.