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intraspectiveShe'd been up here for hours. Tucked away, knees drawn close to her chest, and in a small corner where no one could see her, seedling trays lying--almost forgotten--on the ground in front of her.
Ino knew, in a quiet distant way, that she'd need to apologize to Liir for ditching him. But she hadn't wanted to talk. Or let anyone see her cry.
Now though, her head was fuzzy and her throat parched, and she really should be heading back down but...
She didn't want to.
Wasn't like it mattered anyway. She wasn't first priority to anyone here. They could do without her. Even Liir. He had Andrew. She was just... Ino.
Not as important. Okay. Okay. She was okay. Really. It was fine, she was fine and it didn't really matter, right? That she wasn't, that she didn't ever get to come first, right?
That thought though just made her eyes sting again.
[Establishy, yes. And Liir totally ditched with permission.]
Ino knew, in a quiet distant way, that she'd need to apologize to Liir for ditching him. But she hadn't wanted to talk. Or let anyone see her cry.
Now though, her head was fuzzy and her throat parched, and she really should be heading back down but...
She didn't want to.
Wasn't like it mattered anyway. She wasn't first priority to anyone here. They could do without her. Even Liir. He had Andrew. She was just... Ino.
Not as important. Okay. Okay. She was okay. Really. It was fine, she was fine and it didn't really matter, right? That she wasn't, that she didn't ever get to come first, right?
That thought though just made her eyes sting again.
[Establishy, yes. And Liir totally ditched with permission.]
