Whitefish River Prom Night

The tension seemed to radiate from the frozen man as he stuttered trying to find the right words and as the silence grew Ira felt her chances plummeting. She desperately hoped he would laugh, that he would confess, even push the comment aside, but nothing came. Anything would be better than the silence of the unknown. Another more awkward laugh escaped her, no longer forced as she leaned away, But of course that's just— Say it. That's just absurd...isn't it?

She wanted to scream. Scream and run from the place she put herself in. If she had misjudged everything, all their moments, their conversations, what she thought were hints, the walls she let down. This is why she never had friends. This is why she didn't deal with any relations. This is why she never looked for someone who could be something more.

Ira would always drown in the social world. As her new life bubbled up and seemed to crash down on her she could only think back to Hengfell. She never stood a chance back then, not with her heritage. Perhaps that's why she had let her guard down now. Her blood had no meaning to someone like Evergreen, but the thought of being rejected now seemed to sting more than ever knowing she couldn't place the blame elsewhere this time.