people love an ingénue

In a moment of heartbreaking vulnerability, Ginny laid bare her emotions with a tone that resonated with both sorrow and grace. "I knew I loved you, even then," she confessed, her voice sad but her words so ceaselessly divine. She peered upwards through her lashes, her eyes were like a pair of diaphanous topaz, upon which the luminosities of the earth sang, reflecting the essence of the world in a kaleidoscope of hues."That's funny," Reese replied, "'cause I always tried to convince myself I didn't."She wanted to pretend, just for a moment, that she could be able to love her the same way she could love any other boy—but fear imprinted illusions of sin in the back of her mind that she had been much too afraid to admit. The abyss of regret would forever be staring back, its unyielding depths an eternal reminder of the irreversible nature of actions taken.Everything the two girls shared—snarky jabs, pointed glares, odd silences, angrily impulsive kisses—sits between them like a tangible presence, causing the tension to ratchet into impossible heights.Reese knew the line between them had been blurred. She felt the shift, leaving her feeling off-kilter and out of bounds when they were together.