lurrel:“What do you even need make-up for?” Derek asks. He means it to be fond, to let h
lurrel:“What do you even need make-up for?” Derek asks. He means it to be fond, to let her know she doesn’t need it, she’s beautiful, and anyway she’s too young to wear it anyway. He doesn’t remember his baby sister wearing make-up.She just rolls her eyes and throws a handful of somethings — lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara — in the shopping cart. They land on top of the clothes she barely tried on, only really interested in something she could wear “when I have to fight again.“Derek hopes he gets to keep her longer this time, to figure out what she likes that isn’t revenge. In the grocery section of Target she just insisted on lots of protein instead of telling him what her favorite foods were.She picks up some nail polish, and this he remembers, his sisters and bright bottles of glitter. His mom hated it when they painted their nails in the living room because it was indelibly stained with blobs of metallic blue.Derek takes a deep breath and tries again."Does that stuff stay on with…?” he asks, finishing the sentence by bending his fingers like claws.She smiles, a little, when she drops it in the cart. Derek smiles back. -- source link
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