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An offer making it way out of someone’s lips. A kind one, yet still sound demanding.

Asking for others in achieving it’s contect, that is the offer itself.

The sound delivered by the wind following with a flinch coming from the other one’s body as her body receiving the impact of the sounds and her brain translating the epitome of the stimuly it received.

The other lips come to move as her brain trying to find excuses. The smooth one. That won’t hurting. In which will not make her look bad and not disturb her excelent pride.

A frown making its way to the someone as realization run to her spine signaling she understand what the other  means.

A smile, that the someone supposed to make it to be the natural one, escaping its way to the other one to see. Yet, it can’t help itself to look a bit forced which the other one , of course, see making herself to feel bad.

But in the end, she still can’t actualize what the someone wanted. Even when she wanted to, because by actualizing it means she had to take her excuses out, and make her pride hurt.

What remains to both until then is feeling not contain.