Hey. No biggie. It's totally alright for me to be juust a bit sad right now. Right? I mean, my team is completely crestfallen about performing so poorly, my beloved captain has had to bear the bulk of the blame, and of course my parents are furious that I managed to break my contacts. They call it vanity that I had to take it out during the competition. I call it cloudy contacts. But you know what? The smell of his scent on my hand more than makes up for that. I'm so strange. I always knew it, but never that it was this much.
Maybe I massaged his shoulder so much that I kneaded part of his essence into my hand? Not in a weird way or anything.
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