[Her eyes widened as she realized what he was doing. Her right hand still refusing to cooperate, she lifted her left arm to encircle his back in return, resting her face in the crook of his neck.
She couldn't help but take several steadying breathes, that in turn filled her senses with his familiar scent. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she swore she could almost feel his against hers.
It was all her fault. Regardless of the situation, she had killed a man, and was sentenced for her crimes. She had killed the man who was dead set on destroying her life and everyone in it.
He made a threat and she snapped. And then she broke the heart of the very person she had wanted to protect.
She knew Mamoru blamed himself. He always did. If he ever even thought about himself at all, it was always thoughts of blame and regret.
As pathetic as she felt, she had to do something for him. She could not imagine the suffering he had to have endured, thinking that he had led someone he cared about to their death.
Having glimpsed his face, she saw a look she knew well.]
If you have something you want to say, please...don't hold back.
[She pried her fingers from his wrist one by one. The digits trembling as they traced their way up the back of his arm. She gripped his shoulder and pulled him closer. She was tense and her movements rough but that was not going to stop her from holding him too.]
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She couldn't help but take several steadying breathes, that in turn filled her senses with his familiar scent. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she swore she could almost feel his against hers.
It was all her fault. Regardless of the situation, she had killed a man, and was sentenced for her crimes. She had killed the man who was dead set on destroying her life and everyone in it.
He made a threat and she snapped. And then she broke the heart of the very person she had wanted to protect.
She knew Mamoru blamed himself. He always did. If he ever even thought about himself at all, it was always thoughts of blame and regret.
As pathetic as she felt, she had to do something for him. She could not imagine the suffering he had to have endured, thinking that he had led someone he cared about to their death.
Having glimpsed his face, she saw a look she knew well.]
If you have something you want to say, please...don't hold back.
[She pried her fingers from his wrist one by one. The digits trembling as they traced their way up the back of his arm. She gripped his shoulder and pulled him closer. She was tense and her movements rough but that was not going to stop her from holding him too.]