 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
She knew this were the second to last memory that she would need to show him, but as they grew on she knew they would become far more painful.
The memory opened to her sitting in a compartment on the train, alone, huddled in a corner, biting at her nails feriously, her eyes spinning around the room, as if scared Darrin would enter.
She jumped in fright as the door slid open and in enetered Kristi who stayed only briefly, leaving in a huff, the two friends having argued because Marce was in a bad mood and would not talk to Kristi.
The second time that the door slid open, it revealed Darrin. His composure was calm, he was gentle. He slid beside her and stroked his finger against her cheek, seemingly concerned about her and her erratic state.
But within minutes he had grossly grasped her thigh and broken the barrier that she had formed with her lips. The actual images became cloudly as her eyes began to water but it was clear what went on.
Shaking her head as Darrin bound a hand over her mouth, she ended the memory. |