secrets i have held in

“Well, it’s not!” Jinx hopped off the desk, pacing the room like a caged animal. Her hands flailed as she spoke, punctuating her words with wild gestures. “I’ve been…thinking. About you. And it’s driving me nuts! You’re in my head, like some…weird, annoying…thing that won’t go away!”You leaned back in your chair, watching Jinx with an unreadable expression. “And what’s so annoying about that?”“Everything!” Jinx stopped pacing, spinning around to face you, the motion so sudden it was as if her chaos had manifested physically. “You’re supposed to be all cool and collected and…and Piltover-y, but you’re not! You’re just—ugh!” She clenched her fists tight, her nails biting into her palms as words struggled to form through the storm in her head. “You make me feel like I’m not completely screwed up.”OR,Jinx tries to hold it in and hold it in, until the feelings become too much and she erupts.