"You're ridiculous... don't say such saccharine bullshit to a tranny." She referred to herself. She couldn't bring herself to do anything but look away, away from eye contact, away from the girl like and unlike herself in front of her. "...Whatever. Find a real girl to say that to." She stated as flatly as she could, as she strained to burn all the firewood marked 'nonchalance' in her heart, and attempted to walk away.
The girl in front was spurred by a sudden instinct that she may never see her avoidant... someone. Her avoidant girl... again. She extended her hand, and gripped the wrist she feared losing sight of. Tightly, so tight, it almost hurt, though that avoidant girl wasn't the type to vocalize it until it crossed over from almost to seriously. With no mental bandwidth to consider any of that, the girl in front pulled her close in a hug, so close. It was warm and soft, mixing into one like the ingredients for a cake. "Don't... call yourself that."
"...Even if I called myself something nicer, it wouldn't change anything, be serious here."
"I'm not joking, about anything." The girl in front pulled her so tight, that avoidant girl only made a single half-hearted attempt at pulling away before giving up. "You're not fake... You're a girl, and mine. I'm not letting you go, or I'll lose you." She pressed their chests together, heartbeats resonating both ways.
That avoidant girl, quite obviously, had no mental preparation against these things. The sweet and saccharine and loving made her bawl her eyes out, every time. This time, she tried her best to stifle her tears, or she'd cry the whole night. "Why...? What's the point? In acting like this over me?"
"Wrong question stupid. Why wouldn't I act like this over you?"
Her avoidant girl is a crybaby.
