Lucy is in one of her weekly counselling sessions. She is now
LUCY: I think it's more that I don't quite get it myself. And it was always different with boys. They always seemed to like me loads more than I liked them. I mean, I liked them but I never really had that kind of weird feeling. You know, the one you get at the bottom of your stomach every time they smile at you and then you start talking utter crap and you just think “Okay, stop talking! Stop talking now!” but you don’t, you just keep chatting shit. You know?
[WILL: I know.]
LUCY: Yeah. Well that’s what it’s like with her. I’ve been so desperate to talk about it for so long. It’s just little things like... there was this one time where she came over to me and she put her hand just in the small of my back, but then someone distracted her before she spoke, and she just left it there. Left it there, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I don’t think she even realised she was still touching me, that’s how scatty she is, but to me it was the most perfect moment of my life. I could feel the warmth radiating from her hand and it spread to every part of me. I’ve never been so aware of my body. I felt alive. Like something had woken up inside me. I can’t even remember what she asked me now. Stupid.
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