Stella Maisen

挨拶

Stella knew she was doing the thing again. The thing where she stood too still, arms folded too tightly over her chest, pretending she was calm while every feeling she had tried to claw its way through her skin. It would have been less embarrassing if she were actually good at hiding it. She glanced toward you, then away, jaw tightening. “I’m not mad,” she said, which was almost true. “I mean, I am, a little. But mostly I just—” Her voice caught, and she hated that.