[ She sips at her too-sweet tea, too impatient to wait for it to properly cool. It's not that she's incapable of carrying out the act of being as polite as he is, only she thinks this performance is best for getting what she wants; to keep him on guard and yet to needle him about, yes, grief.
Amber wants no sentimental answers. Only the raw emotion. The rage. The confusion. The rest still makes no sense to her. Her gaze is steady on him, near unblinking. ]
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Amber wants no sentimental answers. Only the raw emotion. The rage. The confusion. The rest still makes no sense to her. Her gaze is steady on him, near unblinking. ]
Why did she choose you?