historiantessa
“No, no. It’s fine. It’s not your fault. I’m the jumpy one,” she explained, shaking her head. She didn’t want her students thinking that they had to tiptoe around her. That wasn’t any way for them to be around her. Or let the students think they couldn’t rely on her any more. “My students are always welcome here,” Tessa explained, gesturing for the other to join her in the classroom and take a seat if she wanted. “I get that. I have a… complicated situation of my own I have to deal with eventually. No need to explain.”
“it’s understandable after everything” she could understand it. all of this might make anyone jumpy.it was horrible what has occurred the last few days, maybe weeks, she lost track of time “thank you, miss carson” would someone see her being kind right now, they were going to think it was fake. penelope couldn’t always be mean to people, she had a friendly side depending on who it was she talked with or was around “yeah, i thought things were going to go well after i asked her to visit me here, but when this...” she shook her head, closed her eyes a brief second to fight the tears from coming “i didn’t know she recently came back from the dead, she kept it from me and i didn’t know either what she was. i don’t see why that’s something you keep from someone you are dating when you have told them about you” yes, she was hurt, which is new to her. easier before, when she barely cared, perhaps pretend, or no, she thought it was easier before.
















