Disclaimer: All alone and copyright-less here, just the girl lawyers fear…
She knew she shouldn't have come. Why was she always in his business, anyway? She ought to have just let him alone- after all, boy's liked it when a girl, what was the phrase? Oh- "played hard to get." She'd always thought the saying was inane, but low and behold, she now held the proof in her trembling hands.
I know it's wrong, that we're both already taken- but can you honestly say you love him?
"Already taken", he had written. Was that what she had done? Taken him, dragged him away from the one he really wanted? She couldn't read the rest of the sentence- he'd torn the paper in half before crumpling it into the little ball she'd found on his desk while she was waiting for him to finish getting ready. Looking back, she'd always thought it had embarrassed him that she was always ready before him, because he thought it made him look vain. Now it seemed as though he'd prefer vanity, insufferable attention to detail over things that were so unimportant…
Your golden hair always makes me think of silk spun from the finest looms…I know I sound like a loon writing this, I've never been one for declarations, but you're just so perfect in everyway…
In every way? Every physical way, is that what he meant? Surely she'd never helped him study for exams, cheered him when he was in one of his mysterious depressions-no doubt caused by her spurring his affections, oh so politely, oh so angelically, so that no one could bear to hold it against her, the precious little darling, the most lovely little lass in all-
"Nessarose?"
If it had been physically possible, she would have jumped; as it stood, she merely gave a reflexive shudder, causing the wad of paper to fall to the floor.
"I'm ready now," he was saying, gesturing towards his more polished attire.
Are you really? she thought, fighting back the tears that leaked under her eyelids. You can't even tell me what you truly think, yet you claim you're ready? For what? To keep on lying and counting on the fact that I'm too stupid to even no-
She broke her train of thought as she caught sight of the crinkled mass of truth she'd dropped. At least now, she reasoned, slowly taking breath to confront him about it, she could stop torturing herself. She couldn't ignore her own hurt feelings anymore- thank goodness.