[How pathetic it is, that she wishes his hand would bridge that scant gap and find her cheek. Just once... just once, someone had held her shoulders while she cried, and she misses... she misses those strong hands and comforting arms a universe away. Just once, when that strange pollen had been in the air, someone had held her hand and pressed another to her cheek, but no matter how many times she had mimicked the gesture with her own hands... it had never done anything again.
How weak it is, that the tears begin to spill.
To prevent herself from reaching for his hand, she curls hers over his shard and hugs it to her chest, her expression strained with still attempting to hold back tears. Her shoulders round, struggling for words, for anything that might make a world that someone wanted to be her friend make sense.]
You don't even... If you truly knew me- If you knew everything I have done-
[He would not call her a friend, then.
She ruins everything, even the things she wants most. Like how she forgets that there is someone else's shard tucked into her shirt- that now that she is holding Claude's shard so close to her breast, he will be able to sense just a single layer of cloth away.
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How weak it is, that the tears begin to spill.
To prevent herself from reaching for his hand, she curls hers over his shard and hugs it to her chest, her expression strained with still attempting to hold back tears. Her shoulders round, struggling for words, for anything that might make a world that someone wanted to be her friend make sense.]
You don't even... If you truly knew me- If you knew everything I have done-
[He would not call her a friend, then.
She ruins everything, even the things she wants most. Like how she forgets that there is someone else's shard tucked into her shirt- that now that she is holding Claude's shard so close to her breast, he will be able to sense just a single layer of cloth away.
It's Liem Talbott.]