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Boscha sighed, running a hand through her hair. She had sat in the same position for an hour now, staring at the same empty sheet of paper. She fumbled with the quill, turning it over in her hand a few times, before groaning and putting it back down. Her head sunk to her hands as she crumpled the sheet up and threw it to the floor.
Boscha, although she would never admit it, was not very good with words. It was, in a way, part of the reason she joined the grudgby team. During games, it was her actions that gave her the role of team captain. That, and because Amity quit.
If only writing an apology was as easy winning a match.
Still, she needed to write it. After all Willow had gone through because of her, it was the least she could do. Boscha might be shallow, but even she knew that she overstepped.
And so she sat at her desk, hour after hour, until dusk drew in and she was forced to give up.
Why was this so hard?
It was midnight when she finally flopped onto her bed, opening her scroll. She scrolled through penstagram for a while, before opening her texts. She began to type.
Boscha: U up?
she was about to close her scroll when it pinged, a notification popping up.
Skara: boscha it’s 12:30 wtf
Skara: but yes :)
A small smile formed on her lips.
Boscha: why are you still up
Skara: couldn’t sleep, too many thoughts
Skara: now why are YOU up?
Boscha: no reason. just not tired i guess
Skara: boschaaaaaa i can tell when somethings wrong
Boscha: through text???
Skara: don’t question my ways
Skara: now what’s wrong?
Boscha: nothing,,, shut up,,,
Skara: hey :(
Boscha: ok fine
Boscha: i’ve been trying to write an apology all afternoon and i haven’t gotten anything
Skara: you’re APOLOGISING??? TO WHO????
Boscha: why’s it such a big deal
Skara: i’ve never seen you apologise to anyone
Boscha: um??? i apologise to you sometimes???
Skara: you didn’t apologise now when you told me to shut up :(
Boscha: ok fine i’m sorry
Skara: :)))
Skara: ok so can i help somehow? with the apology?
Boscha: not really. i think i’m gonna go up to her and just wing it
Skara: OOH CAN I BE THERE FOR MORAL SUPPORT??
Boscha: ...fine
Skara: :)
Boscha: ok i’m gonna go sleep now
Boscha: night
Skara: goodnight!
Skara: also who’s ‘she’???
Boscha: night Skara
Skara:nooooo tell me :(
Skara: BOSCHA??? WHO IS SHE??
Skara: fine. goodnight :(
Boscha grinned wide, silently putting her scroll onto the bedside table. Tomorrow she’ll finally apologise. And her best friend will be there to help. Her stomach squirmed.
Oh titan, she’s gonna apologise TOMORROW. What will Willow say? Will she even care enough to hear her out?
If simply thinking of an apology makes her this uneasy, how was she going to say it?