i don’t know. i just do.
“okay, now…” he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box of tissues “here you go.” as such, the boy patted herself on the back going ‘that’s going to take care of it’ but she really didn’t understand why…why was she feeling discomfited? why did her heart beat so fast? why was this happening to her all over again?!?!?!
she couldn’t tell if it would actually help or not though nor could she stop from crying silently as somehow what had been done seemed to have caused more pain than before。it wasn’t supposed to be like that…this shouldn’t hurt! then again what should hurt either….