“I...I don’t get it.” But he does and that’s the terrifying part. Thinks he’s bleeding out emotions to her and can’t stop it. Fear, regret, anger that makes him want to bolt. Has perched himself in a tree instead. Leaves drip water down the back of his neck. The back of his shirt is wet from leaning against bark. Jasper doesn’t even know if he wants to have this conversation right now. It feels bad to just ditch her because he isn’t ready. “I-I mean, I figured she...didn’t really love me. I was too young to figure out the difference between love and lust, but-” he trails off. Can’t get the words out because that makes it real. Sighs heavily, rubbing hands over face and through hair. Loose waves are near straight with wet rain. “I just-I don’t-what are you saying?”
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