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Character Portrait: Sophia Hartley Character Portrait: Jamison Kane
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"Dammit, Soph. I don't care about my shirt or my eyes. If you expect me to be your friend, you can't change the subject to avoid telling me things. I want to be your friend, and I like you. I like you a whole lot, but that doesn't seem to matter to you. How am I supposed to trust you and befriend you if I can't even trust you to be open with me. I want you to trust me and be able to tell me things without being scared or afraid, or whatever damn emotions are keeping you from wanting to tell me things. I would tell you anything you wanna know without hesitation, but I guess you don't feel the same way," Jamison grumbled before stomping away from Sophia.

She knew that he was right, and part of her hated him for always being right. She knew that she would have to tell him one day, but why not today? She knew that he would despise her at some point for not telling; for not trusting him. Who wouldn't? She knew that she couldn't just keep things from him, which is why she ran after him; out the library, around the corner, down the hall until she seen him enter his dorm and slamming it behind him. Unwillingly, Sophia approached the door and knocked softly. "Jamison?" she called to him, but he didn't answer. "Jamison? I know you're in there, just please open the door." A minute passed. Two. Still silence.

Sophia let out a exasperated sigh, and sat down with her back against his door. "I like you too, Jamison. A lot. Ever since, well, seventh grade..." She waited for a sound on the other side for the door to unlock, but nothing came. She was only welcomed to silence that filled the hallway, and from there she continued only this time it was as if she was talking to herself. "This doesn't have to do with anything about trust, but only fear. I wouldn't blame you if you don't trust me because of that; I wouldn't either," she waited. Still nothing. So, she hugged her knees to her body and continued. "I want to tell you; I want to be open with you, but I just don't know how. I've never delt with relationships and whatnot. I'm knew to all this. The kiss; it was my first and something that'll I'll cherish. She closed you eyes and leaned her eyes; aware that she was gritting her teeth. "I'm just afraid, Jamison. Afraid of not being here with you. Afraid that one day I might go somewhere far, far away and know that I might never be coming back. Afraid to tell you that I have.." she trailed off. She couldn't do it. She can't tell him. It's just too heartbroken.

She stood up, and pressed a hand to the door. "I'm sorry, Jamison." she whispered before walking off in the direction to her own dorm.