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They all go silent. I think this is the first time she had to tell them she's busy.
Because she always makes time. She always prioritizes others over her.
For her, she herself doesn't matter.
I feel a touch on my t-shirt and realize she's fisting it on my side.
She's nervous.
I grab her hand and stand up as she stands up with me.
"We have to go now, see you guys later," I lead her out of the cafeteria as everyone at the table watches us.
We make our way outside as she keeps her hold on my t-shirt and I keep holding her hand.
She stops on the pavement. Steps away from me as she looks up.
Staring at the sky she sighs and turns to me.
I notice her eyes get glossy.
I don't want her to cry.
I pull her into my chest.
"Hey, hey, don't cry," I say softly.
"I said no," She whispers and I swallow.
"You did," I agree with her.
"But I'm not busy.. and I- I feel guilty," She says.
I pull her back so I can see her face.
"What were you going to do if he hadn't asked you for help?" I raise a brow at her and she thinks.
"Paint?" She says, scrunching her nose.
Gosh, She's so frickin cute.
"Then you really are busy," I shake my head.
"But.. I can paint later?" Her voice sounds so small.
"Stop," I step closer to her, holding her face in my hands, "Stop putting yourself last," I rest my forehead on hers.
"I'm not putting myself last," She disagrees in a sharp tone, "I'm just helping whenever I can," She shrugs.
I take my forehead off of hers.
"And you can't today, because you have to paint," I tell her, firmly.
Her face tells me she wants to go back and help that idiot but our eye contact tells her I'm not letting it happen.
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