[She lets herself be guided to the bed, and is a little surprised when he doesn't sit down next to her. The way he kneeled before her threw a myriad of other thought into her head and made it difficult to concentrate on his words at first.
She had known Mamoru for years. She had seen countless times how his honest and genuine nature always shone through.
[She blinks furiously as she looks down at him. Smiling back at him. Her eyes, while tinged with red, were soft and gentle. Full of the affection she felt for him.
She didn't want him to suffer. He didn't want her to suffer. Either of them taking the blame would not solve anything.
Okay. As long as you're also offering your end of the bargain. We're both alive. There's nothing really to stay hung up about.
She balled her hands into fists on her knees. Willing them to stay put. If she had any less self-control she would have already taken him into her arms again.
She looked away from him. Unable to take the swell of emotions that rose within her when he looked at her. He was honest and straight-forward, he wanted to show her respect and to address her properly, but....
She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a small frown unintentionally forming on her lips as she fell deep in thought. Perhaps she had hoped that her feelings for him had just gone away. When she thought he had died, she sealed them away as they were hopeless. But now that he was here, in front of her, there was no way she could ignore how she felt. How she always felt. But as always, he smiled at her, unknowing, but yet all-knowing. He was the one who knew her the best, and yet somehow her heart was never able to reach him. The flickering hope was a new kind of pain. The lingering possibility that dangled just beyond impossible odds.
Her face finally betraying her fully, she closed her eyes, taking a breath to try and stifle her emotions. She took a tentative look at Mamoru, hoping that he didn't notice, but also hoping that he did.
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She had known Mamoru for years. She had seen countless times how his honest and genuine nature always shone through.
[She blinks furiously as she looks down at him. Smiling back at him. Her eyes, while tinged with red, were soft and gentle. Full of the affection she felt for him.
She didn't want him to suffer. He didn't want her to suffer. Either of them taking the blame would not solve anything.
Okay. As long as you're also offering your end of the bargain. We're both alive. There's nothing really to stay hung up about.
She balled her hands into fists on her knees. Willing them to stay put. If she had any less self-control she would have already taken him into her arms again.
She looked away from him. Unable to take the swell of emotions that rose within her when he looked at her. He was honest and straight-forward, he wanted to show her respect and to address her properly, but....
She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a small frown unintentionally forming on her lips as she fell deep in thought. Perhaps she had hoped that her feelings for him had just gone away. When she thought he had died, she sealed them away as they were hopeless. But now that he was here, in front of her, there was no way she could ignore how she felt. How she always felt.
But as always, he smiled at her, unknowing, but yet all-knowing. He was the one who knew her the best, and yet somehow her heart was never able to reach him.
The flickering hope was a new kind of pain. The lingering possibility that dangled just beyond impossible odds.
Her face finally betraying her fully, she closed her eyes, taking a breath to try and stifle her emotions. She took a tentative look at Mamoru, hoping that he didn't notice, but also hoping that he did.