Her eyes are shiny, and she stares up at him, her eyes searching his, and it's not that she doesn't believe him, really - it's not that she doesn't believe that he'll try, but she's had so many things happen over the last few months, and she's so scared. She's not scared of him, but maybe that's why she had been so angry, so angry about coming in second, to him. It wasn't about him not liking her, or anything like that, but that she's playing a game she can't win by herself, and she feels sort of like nobody's in her corner except him. And it's not a relationship thing, it's not why she's kissing him, but it's just a fact that she doesn't understand why he keeps saving her when they're not friends and they're not dating, but when he kisses her this way, she wonders if she knows.

"Tell me you'd miss me if something happens." She whispers it, and it's not like she has a death wish, but she's afraid, and she doesn't feel like in this second that she ever wants him to let her go, her hand still on his chest, still standing so close to him her dress is against his legs. "Lie, I don't care, I just- Please, tell me?"