“W-what?” she mumbled quietly, before he told her that it wasn’t her. “what did you-” she began but was cut off as he repeated himself. Even though he told her, it wasn’t her fault but his. She felt a slight stabbing ache come over her heart, but she tried her best not to show it.
What did he do wrong?…He just can’t do it?…why do I feel like its my fault even when he said it isn’t...She thought to herself, as she kept her gaze on him. She just didn’t understand what was wrong.
She broke out of her thoughts as she heard him speak again. “Tooth?…Tooth is the Tooth fairy, right?. You need to speak to Tooth, about your memories?. I remember you telling me that you might have not gotten all of your memories” she said, as she rubbed her arm slightly, giving herself some comfort.
“Did something come to you?, do you need to go to Tooth now?”.
“I… I think I do,” he said, stepping back. He wasn’t feeling so good now. Why did he have to screw everything up all the time? He had wasted and ruined a perfectly good moment.
Slowly, the boy backed away. “I’m sorry, Darcy, I have to go.” He turned around and took off, feeling as if an anvil had been placed over his head.
