She couldn’t help herself. As much as the silver girl tried to refrain from her sharp action, she let her smoky hand lash out and seize the boy’s hand, lightly jerking it away from his face before he could complete another outlandish punishment. For the time being, Ever kept her grip delicately loose on Micah’s wrist until she let go after a substantial amount of time. Her face contorted into a panicked expression.
His answer had brought her discomfort in the first place, but to see him scold himself for an impulsive outburst made her distressed. She placed a hand on her arm and looked down before back up to respond.
“Just … missing someone,”
Ever said shortly, still keeping her tone tender despite her fluttering pulse. She didn’t feel the need or desire to speak about her emotions. The expression on Micah’s face sent her cold, aqua hued eyes staring afflicted and doubtful in his direction. However much the boy blamed himself, the girl found fault in her own actions for making him shameful.
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