He was rejecting her. He was. Oh gods, she was wrong. Broken. Not right. He hated her. He didn't like her. He was lying. He had misled her. She wanted to hurt him, make him pay. No, bad girl. Just be good. Be good. Of course she knew this was going to happen. No one wanted to be with her, be near her. Her own family had abandoned her on her fucking birthday. Of course. Fuck it.
She was already wilting right in front of her. "If you thought that wouldn't hurt me you're dead wrong, Aimon," Dorcas muttered in a tired voice, settling on the mattress pad again and staring at her knees. She wrapped her arms around herself, rocking a little. Her fingernails were digging into her arms and drawing blood but she didn't notice it.
"I've been hurt by so many people, Aimon... It doesn't matter any more. Even if we end up hurting each other, can't we just have a little bit of niceness before it? Just so we know what it's like, so we have something to look back on." One of the colorful fish settled in front of her and stared for a moment. Bubbles floated out of its mouth and popped just above it. Then it kissed her nose and swam off. Stupid fish.