[Her jaw ticks, clenching against the burn in her eyes, the anger that boils under her skin. She had believed for so long that she had lost him, that he didn't care for her, and that everything that they had built together was a lie—all the trust that she put in him, the love, the time. She believed with all her heart that it meant nothing to him. Just like Cid, she was so sure that he had cast her aside.
But instead, they were made to believe in lies that would drive them apart... feed into those insecurities and doubts and then plant even more.
She's at war with herself on the inside... one part of her wanting to deny every claim, tell him that he was wrong, that it was him all along. The part that still hurts and the part that is still afraid, stuck in the past, that last night and all the years that came after like a web she's caught in.
And that part would have won out not even that long ago, if it weren't for the fact that he has stirred a new side of her heart... or perhaps reawakened it. That one that wants to move on from the past... the piece of her that is tired from fighting, tired from trying to run from these feelings she cannot control or escape.
So, she's silent for a long time after, letting his words sink in and trying to tether herself to him lest she burst open that window and fly away.]
Even us? [She tries to mask the strain of the hurt in her voice... to no avail.] We felt like a lie, too.
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But instead, they were made to believe in lies that would drive them apart... feed into those insecurities and doubts and then plant even more.
She's at war with herself on the inside... one part of her wanting to deny every claim, tell him that he was wrong, that it was him all along. The part that still hurts and the part that is still afraid, stuck in the past, that last night and all the years that came after like a web she's caught in.
And that part would have won out not even that long ago, if it weren't for the fact that he has stirred a new side of her heart... or perhaps reawakened it. That one that wants to move on from the past... the piece of her that is tired from fighting, tired from trying to run from these feelings she cannot control or escape.
So, she's silent for a long time after, letting his words sink in and trying to tether herself to him lest she burst open that window and fly away.]
Even us? [She tries to mask the strain of the hurt in her voice... to no avail.] We felt like a lie, too.