( says miss calls people ugly and fat, but listen. she understands, now, the weight of her own words — and how hurtful insults can be, if aimed properly. then again... masochists exist...
well, cannot be her. she wants praise and compliments and adoration, thank you.
she watches him, quiet; feels his hand twitch, as if he's about to pull away, but — he seems to brave through the urge, if only to comfort her. she appreciates it, though it goes unspoken, as she listens to his words — real, determined, in a rare moment of complete honesty. ... yeah, that... makes sense. she doesn't want to lose anyone else, either. she's not good with loss — it consumes her, burns her from the inside out, the ever-bleeding heart too weak to handle it.
if... if it were to prevent it... )
That's... actually really admirable, y'know? The determination it takes for that... I... I couldn't do anything. ( she turns her head to look at the ceiling, lips curving into a deep frown. ) I just... I froze. I panicked. It's my fault.
( her heartbeat spikes, body shifting uncomfortably; she wants to turn back time. she wants to do more, but she can't, and it's the worst feeling in the world. )
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( says miss calls people ugly and fat, but listen. she understands, now, the weight of her own words — and how hurtful insults can be, if aimed properly. then again... masochists exist...
well, cannot be her. she wants praise and compliments and adoration, thank you.
she watches him, quiet; feels his hand twitch, as if he's about to pull away, but — he seems to brave through the urge, if only to comfort her. she appreciates it, though it goes unspoken, as she listens to his words — real, determined, in a rare moment of complete honesty. ... yeah, that... makes sense. she doesn't want to lose anyone else, either. she's not good with loss — it consumes her, burns her from the inside out, the ever-bleeding heart too weak to handle it.
if... if it were to prevent it... )
That's... actually really admirable, y'know? The determination it takes for that... I... I couldn't do anything. ( she turns her head to look at the ceiling, lips curving into a deep frown. ) I just... I froze. I panicked. It's my fault.
( her heartbeat spikes, body shifting uncomfortably; she wants to turn back time. she wants to do more, but she can't, and it's the worst feeling in the world. )