Kijani knew she was losing her mind. Her brain felt like it was being torn in two. On the one hand, there was everything that life had taught her. She was unwanted, she was useless, and she was alone. No one could be trusted to be on her side- everyone used her for something, and once they were done, they left. 

On the other hand, here was Connor, holding her, not wanting her to leave. She was useless to him, far more trouble than she was worth, and yet he... he loved her. She wasn't fully sure what that felt like, but if this was part of it, then she was enjoying it so far.

Even so, she was so afraid. Connor could be lying- though that was hard for her to believe. Connor didn't really have that kind of guile. For a smaller fib, perhaps, but nothing like this. What made her more worried was the thought that Connor only thought that this was love. One day, he would come to her and say that he'd made a mistake, that she was not worth it, that he'd found someone sweeter and kinder and better than she. 

She wanted to believe that she could be happy, but years of conditioning were hard to fight.

"Connor... I just want to lie down, now." She murmured against his chest, knowing that only he could hear. Unless they were learning some kind of secret Batman techniques in class, she didn't want to bother.

"I want to go back to my room."

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Devika saw that there was no one on the wall now. She figured she'd get it over with. Slowly, she made her way down and smiled nervously at the teacher. "Er... Is there anything that will keep me from breaking my neck when I fall?"