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Mare swiveled around to face Marianne. "What?" she said sharply. "It's weak. I should be able to stop myself, have control."
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Marianne flinched back, hurt briefly flashing over her face. “That’s not- that’s not true.”
"That's what I do, Marianne. I control. Whether it's how long to hold my leg upright, how to curve my arm, whatever shit I have to do every week for 30 hours," she pointed out, voice trembling with anger and shame.
She was about to keep going when she caught sight of the hurt on Marianne's face– and it broke her. She turned back around and, holding back a wracking sob, attempted to walk away. But caught in her confession, her warped mind and her bone-deep shame, she couldn't bring herself to leave the one person she knew she could rely no matter what was said. She stopped moving, a few lone tears reluctantly dragging down her face.
Submerged in unimaginable distress, Marianne pulled Mare to her in a hug, making sure to keep her arms loose in case she didn’t want contact. “Mare— please listen to me. You cannot control everything— there’s nothing wrong with you.”
Mare gripped Marianne's wrists, pulling the girl's arms tighter around her. "How can you know that?" she whispered thickly, trying to avoid her voice breaking.
“Because you’re Mare. And I know that there’s tons of stuff I don’t know about you— but I know that you’re not messed up in the slightest.” Marianne hugged her fiercely, voice trembling ever so slightly.
Mare closed her eyes and, in a moment of acceptance, let the tears flow. After a tense moment of silence, she leaned back against Marianne's shoulder. "I wish the world was more like you," she murmured through her tears. The words were not charged with any sort of romantic anything; they were simply words, stripped of all hidden meaning, expressing only the purest form of affection.
The way Marianne held her expressed exactly how much the other girl meant to her. "I'll make it the way you need it to be if you're ever hurt like this again."
Mare laughed through the hurt. "That sounds good. Meanwhile, I'll avoid food. It's simpler that way."
“And I’ll make you protein shakes and smoothies so that you’ll actually consume something,” she chastised gently, tapping Mare’s nose.
Mare wrinkled her nose under Marianne's touch. "If you say so." She carefully put her hand over Marianne's.
Marianne removed her hand from Mare's nose, afraid she'd done something wrong. "Sorry– are you okay with me touching you?"
Mare nodded slowly. "I'm used to it," she said softly, cupping Marianne's hand in hers.
Marianne gave her hand a light squeeze. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I'd never judge you."
'Mare turned to face Marianne– their faces were terribly close. "Same goes for you."
“Thank you,” she whispered, tugging Mare ever so slightly closer.
Mare felt herself flush. She held her breath, gaze flitting from Marianne's eyes to her lips.
After a brief moments hesitation, Marianne leaned forward, her mouth meeting Mare’s in a soft kiss.
Mare gently kissed her back, slowly letting her hand go to the small of Marianne's back. She smiled into the kiss, momentarily letting all her worries tuck themselves away.
"That's more like it.." she murmured teasingly into the kiss, letting a bubbly sense of euphoria overtake her as she settled her hands on Mare's waist.
Mare shoulder's shook with a silent giggle. She slowly, cautiously leaned into it, lifting her other hand to Marianne's neck.
Marianne didn't try to force it, just let the kiss progress. Her eyes drifted shut, the sensation of Mare's lips beneath hers burned into the front of her mind.
Mare pulled back for a second. She lifted her hand from Marianne's back and, softly, traced her lips. "What time is it?" she breathed.
Marianne gave a slight shrug, tugging Mare back to her. "Who cares?"
Mare laughed softly. "The teachers, most of all. Do you really want to hurt the Chem teacher's feelings?" Mare pointed out, voice loaded with sarcasm.
Marianne snorted loudly. “Right. Of all the teachers in the school, that’s the one I care about.”
Mare grinned, proud she'd amused Marianne. "I chose him especially for you."
Marianne gave a roll of her eyes, shaking her head gently. “Wow, I’m so happy you decided to date me.”
Mare puckered her lips playfully. "Indeed, I'm a real catch.'
"Oh, definitely," Marianne affirmed, brushing hair out of her girlfriend's face. "No one's denying that."