Morningside Cuesta ii. nine lives

Did I hurt her?

Khoe snorted and looked away from him, so as to hide the ironic laugh bubbling in her throat. It was strange how even amidst so much rage and hurt, she could find the air to laugh. The sound was meant to be taken as an insult; it was meant to confuse and belittle him. There was no joy behind it.

What did you dream about? she asked, It must’ve been a trip. There was a small lilt at the end of the statement, though her voice was beginning to ball up. Her throat felt like it might collapse under the weight of her own emotions, but still she pressed on. I want to hear about it.