[ Perhaps later, once he's had time to digest this, he will understand. What she's saying makes sense. It would be awfully painful to open themselves up to one another in such a way, only to be ripped apart the very next day, and he would never, ever want to hurt her, even in a way that is out of his control. If that means keeping their distance, then...that's what they should do. But right now, in the heat of the moment, her reasons fail to sink in. When it comes down to it, she's rejecting him, and that's that.
He lets her take his hands, but they feel cold and clammy in hers. Had it really been only yesterday that she had made him a cake and he had kissed her, and she had taken him on a chocobo ride? How could they have gone from that, to this? Utter bliss to utter heartbreak?
But then again, that's just kind of...his life. He thinks he has a good thing going, and then it's gone. ]
I-I know. [ Not as sorry as he is. ] Look, I...I just, I-I — need a little time. I-I'll...I'll see you soon. Okay?
[ He just...he can't be here anymore. He needs to let this torrent of emotion inside of him out, but he can't do it in front of her. Not now, not like this. ]
[ the last thing she wants is to let him go. he's hurting, and it's her fault, and that is weighing heavily on her - if he wants to cry, or yell, she wants to be there for him, she wants to push it into his mind that it is not his fault, that her feelings for him are the same he has for her, because it's going to scratch and pull and kick at her mind until she can force the point.
but she can't do that. she's hurt him enough, if he needs time, and space.. of course, she must give it.
her hands fall from his to fold in her lap, and she drops her stinging eyes away with a shallow nod. it's difficult to keep from bursting into tears, but alisaie has plenty of experience with putting up walls, shoving it all down into an angry little ball in her core. ]
[ It would be better for him to get it out, to weep on her shoulder rather than weep alone, but — he can't, he can't. He's already caused her too much trouble today, and every moment he spends with her only drives the tip of the blade further into his heart.
He needs to go. ]
U-um...s-see you.
[ And ultimately, he has nothing else to say. Nothing he can do to take back his words, to take it all back, to draw the last few minutes back into his heart and lock it down. But he can't undo what he's done, and they will feel the repercussions of this day for the rest of their time together. But who knows? Maybe she's right. Maybe he'll disappear tomorrow, and it will be like none of this ever happened.
He sure feels like disappearing right now.
So he does. Without another glance back at her, he turns to go and runs, out towards the lake, desperate to put as much distance between the two of them as possible.
He just...needs some time. But even if the sting of rejection fades, the wounds will remain. Time can't heal everything, least of all his foolish, bleeding heart. ]
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He lets her take his hands, but they feel cold and clammy in hers. Had it really been only yesterday that she had made him a cake and he had kissed her, and she had taken him on a chocobo ride? How could they have gone from that, to this? Utter bliss to utter heartbreak?
But then again, that's just kind of...his life. He thinks he has a good thing going, and then it's gone. ]
I-I know. [ Not as sorry as he is. ] Look, I...I just, I-I — need a little time. I-I'll...I'll see you soon. Okay?
[ He just...he can't be here anymore. He needs to let this torrent of emotion inside of him out, but he can't do it in front of her. Not now, not like this. ]
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but she can't do that. she's hurt him enough, if he needs time, and space.. of course, she must give it.
her hands fall from his to fold in her lap, and she drops her stinging eyes away with a shallow nod. it's difficult to keep from bursting into tears, but alisaie has plenty of experience with putting up walls, shoving it all down into an angry little ball in her core. ]
All right.
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He needs to go. ]
U-um...s-see you.
[ And ultimately, he has nothing else to say. Nothing he can do to take back his words, to take it all back, to draw the last few minutes back into his heart and lock it down. But he can't undo what he's done, and they will feel the repercussions of this day for the rest of their time together. But who knows? Maybe she's right. Maybe he'll disappear tomorrow, and it will be like none of this ever happened.
He sure feels like disappearing right now.
So he does. Without another glance back at her, he turns to go and runs, out towards the lake, desperate to put as much distance between the two of them as possible.
He just...needs some time. But even if the sting of rejection fades, the wounds will remain. Time can't heal everything, least of all his foolish, bleeding heart. ]