Serena closed the door behind her and exhaled slowly. She couldn't hold back the smile that formed on her face. She couldn't believe she had really gone back for a hug.
"Heh," she laughed quietly, brushing her hair out of her face with both hands. Her cheeks were still warm from the embrace. She had gone back for a hug. That alone made her want to laugh again, to dance down the halls.
She stood tall, chin up, hands confidently on her hips like a heroine returning from a quest. The apple slipped from her grasp and rolled away with a soft thud against the wooden floor.
"Hey," she said playfully, trotting after it. She scooped it up, gave it a quick dust-off against her skirt. She skipped happily up the stairs, apple in tow.
In her room, Serena placed the apple on the desk and sat on it, sighing wistfully. She had all but forgotten about Annamarie. She gasped and shot up. Serena paced around before sinking into the bed. It would be okay. If Anna wanted to come back, then she would.
