Tag was the game, but-
-they weren't playing anymore. She rolled over and pushed her hair out of her eyes. He breathed heavily and attempted to push her back down, traces of laughter seamlessly weaving itself away from the room. The open window let in a commotion of noise and color and she wished she could merge with it, and be far, far away. It was all innocent, she swore to herself, and when she got to her feet, he reached for her hand and she squeezed it back weakly, the very least she could do-
-was to let him condone it for a few years, give or take and now, but the aftermath lingered and-
-he spat out diamonds, obsidian chunks and she polished the frogs hopping around her. She was hoping he would forget all about her, this stupid little witch who doesn't bloody deserve anything pure and beautiful because she was already so tainted herself-
-but she knows that is not true, she just wants someone else so badly and she hates herself for it. He would forgive her anything and it was so that wrecked her, and any possibility of a future blossoming from this mess. She wants someone else, like hell she wanted someone else.
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