Redhawk Caldera Your sugar, yes please

She could tell that there was curiosity in his voice with a hint of trepidation and melancholy.  Guilt twisted in her stomach, only sharpened tenfold when he added those three words that used to make her blood pound.  Somehow, the sentiment made her feel more horrible than ever.  The response rose to her throat automatically, but it tasted so strongly of bile that she swallowed it back.  She flashed him a smile instead before turning and darting off again, desperate to get as far away from him as possible.  And then, even further, for what she really needed was to outrun the terrible thoughts that were coursing through her confused head.