answered:
“I don’t know who you are ; or what you’re pretending to be with that mask, but I do however think you’re MISTAKEN and that you should leave.” Out of their view her hands clenched, nails digging into her palm as she stops herself from saying anything else, as she stops herself from reacting in any way that would prove them right– because she couldn’t keep on loving a skeleton that only saw her as a little girl ; she had to move on.