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Hey guys! I know it's been awhile since I wrote a story, so here we go. I already wrote one for Will so this one is for Jem. Review and tell me who you like better!
I can't believe what just happened. It was wonderful, and I just screwed it all up. Why didn't I just move the cursed box earlier? I knew it was there, I knew I should move it; but I was still so angry with Will. Everything seemed so stupid when we arrived back at the Institute. I just picked up my violin and let the music, no matter how dreadful it may have been, flow from me. Let it rip through all the layers of anger and hurt. He knows how much I despise the drug that is killing me, and to watch him make sport of it—it's unfathomable.
I'd barely heard her when she slipped in the room. Silent as a ghost, and pale as one too; yet it was beautiful on her. That's just her, it's just Tessa. The simplicity of her beauty is astounding. Looking at her just makes breathing that much harder. The way she looked at me then—like an animal, caged and rabid, cut through me like a knife. But the way she looked at me after, like a sick child she was nursing back to health; hurt even worse.
How could she not see? I know I haven't been the most obvious, but at least I don't drive her away like she's swine! I couldn't stand that, her touching me only to know how the drug is affecting me. I was so sure she would pull away, so sure she would reject me; but by some miracle she didn't. The feel of her soft hair in my hands and the smoothness of her skin were overwhelming. My senses were in overload, everything just running on an instinct so deep in my bones I didn't know it was even there.
But now it is all messed up and I don't have here with me. There were so many things I wanted to tell her, things that seem futile now; things that only could have been said in such a time as that. Now I have missed my opportunity, and I might not get it back.
So sad the way I picture Jem's mind working. Oh well, he gets over it!