[The hardest part of it all is putting into words the amount of fear that she feels when he asks her that, or how much she feels when he looks at her like that. When he holds her hand the way that he is now. The hardest part...]
Cidolfus.
[The hardest part is trying to put into words how hurt she was—still is—when he fled. How hurt she was when she couldn't tell him how she truly felt, and how she believed with all her heart that he didn't feel the same. He knew, she's sure of it, but did he ever know how afraid she had been to say...
... Did he know?
Her answer comes in the smallest shake of her head, and the way that her fingers curl.
But she once more keeps her eyes cast away, to a point someplace within the lights spread across the city that arches upward to the stars.]
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Cidolfus.
[The hardest part is trying to put into words how hurt she was—still is—when he fled. How hurt she was when she couldn't tell him how she truly felt, and how she believed with all her heart that he didn't feel the same. He knew, she's sure of it, but did he ever know how afraid she had been to say...
... Did he know?
Her answer comes in the smallest shake of her head, and the way that her fingers curl.
But she once more keeps her eyes cast away, to a point someplace within the lights spread across the city that arches upward to the stars.]
It hurt too much. Back then.