Damn You!

In my mind, I swore.

((This damn plush boy- ))

It was as if I walked around a corner and got blindsided with a brick.

As I stared back at that damnable smile staring back at me so innocently with expectance, I had half the mind to cover those eyes that quelled my anger and half the mind to pinch his cheeks until he begged for mercy.

Either one would make me feel terrible. Was he being like this because he was conscious of the fact that I tolerated him?

How could I get angry or even feel anxious when you look at me so hopefully like that?

I felt as if I was being forced to put a lid on my anxiety, which only made me frustrated even further.

If I did bad I didn't just embarrass myself but him as well!

How dare you put me on the spot! You damn plushie!

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She seemed to be cursing me with her eyes, I patted the song sheet.

After glaring at me for a bit longer in silence she finally sighed and closed her eyes.

"Amar-

She pinched my lips shut. That negative black void I had a