[ it isn't good. it's the same as the sounds of doors opening late at night while the rain is pouring outside; the sound of thunder; the sound of destruction. but... she doesn't need to tell him that. if he gets a better idea of what she hears, then he might feel even worse, and that's not what she wants.
it's amazing how she's being so honest right now. it actually feels nice saying all these things out loud. the only thing that she hasn't explicitly said is that she likes him, and she won't. he might be happy when she's around, but that could just be because he values their friendship more than anything else. as she told iris, she'd really rather not know what he thinks of her.
maybe it's because his emotions are music to her ears that she just keeps saying what's in her heart, to keep it playing over and over. ]
You don't have to be. [ she laughs amiably. ] I'm sorry?
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it's amazing how she's being so honest right now. it actually feels nice saying all these things out loud. the only thing that she hasn't explicitly said is that she likes him, and she won't. he might be happy when she's around, but that could just be because he values their friendship more than anything else. as she told iris, she'd really rather not know what he thinks of her.
maybe it's because his emotions are music to her ears that she just keeps saying what's in her heart, to keep it playing over and over. ]
You don't have to be. [ she laughs amiably. ] I'm sorry?