[Yukkie, the other girl calls her. Was that her name?
There's something that feels familiar about it, that tugs at her, but when she tries to recall it, or anything at all... it feels like sand going through her fingers. And that makes her brow crease ever so slightly, a frown slipping across her features.]
I...
[She doesn't want to say it. She doesn't like saying it.
It makes her heart twist in a way guiltily. Like she's done something wrong, somehow. Her voice is incredibly soft as her gaze lowers, unable to look at the other girl, dressed in similar clothes to her, straight in the eyes.]
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There's something that feels familiar about it, that tugs at her, but when she tries to recall it, or anything at all... it feels like sand going through her fingers. And that makes her brow crease ever so slightly, a frown slipping across her features.]
I...
[She doesn't want to say it. She doesn't like saying it.
It makes her heart twist in a way guiltily. Like she's done something wrong, somehow. Her voice is incredibly soft as her gaze lowers, unable to look at the other girl, dressed in similar clothes to her, straight in the eyes.]
Sorry.