 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Sitting on the sofa, she rubbed her hands over her eyes and thought hard. Time with him had never been what one would call normal, but today was especially weird. All of the signs, his behaviour, her reactions to him, they all pointed to one thing. But surely this were wrong, surely he knew that? But why would she feel this way. She had never intended to and it wasn't as if she had consciously decided to. It just happened.
Deciding that she definately should talk this through, before it made matters even worse, she climbed up the stairs, only stopping to knock on his door. |