[if only she knew something was wrong for him... this wouldn't be happening. for as much as he is a pillar, so is she. or so she would like to believe.
and yet, here she is, shattering and trying to pick up those pieces before he even sees them. put it back together. pretend like everything is fine, like she hasn't been breaking since the moment she realised they were all gone. it'll be fine...
but the way he says her name sounds so much like she's a child who has been caught doing something wrong, and she can't bear to look at him. he knows. maybe not details, but he knows. and all of this? it's now a failure. a small noise, something that sounds so pained, escapes her, and she hangs and shakes her head, her face obscured by her hair.] I'm sorry...
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and yet, here she is, shattering and trying to pick up those pieces before he even sees them. put it back together. pretend like everything is fine, like she hasn't been breaking since the moment she realised they were all gone. it'll be fine...
but the way he says her name sounds so much like she's a child who has been caught doing something wrong, and she can't bear to look at him. he knows. maybe not details, but he knows. and all of this? it's now a failure. a small noise, something that sounds so pained, escapes her, and she hangs and shakes her head, her face obscured by her hair.] I'm sorry...