Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

The girl sits. His words don't hurt as much as they numb, and she's at a loss for words. She agrees in that they have the worst sense of communication ever, but were they really so unsuited for one another? She doesn't know. She swallows a lump, her gaze shifting from Casmir to her feet, but she's unable to find his gaze for a few moments, afraid that if she looks at him for too long she'll break her quite composure.

"You actually believe that?" she asks quietly, her diamond-white eyes sneaking up to meet his for as long as she could manage-- as long as he'd let her.