[ ....While she had been the one to first kiss him, he had been the one to first say he loved her. How could she forget? Or any of those other times, holding her, embracing her, kissing her, reassuring her, being there for her, are they not all proof that he does love her?
This topic had been brought about her own anxieties, and in light of all of what he's done for her, she ought to believe them over her guilt. It's difficult because such festering is rooted in her, an innate belief that she should only be an observer, and barring that, gone because she will only cause harm.
...Yet mere moments later after he had confessed, she had said she wanted to be better for him. She cannot forget that, either. A wet, shaky breath passes from her lips, her voice quivering with his name. ] ...Noct.
[ She takes the last few steps forward, quickly and purposefully, to embrace him. ]
Noct, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way, I.... [ She fumbles, realizing that she may very well go into another hapless ramble of trying to explain herself, when it's obvious that all of what she's saying and doing is only causing him more harm.
A little too late, by the pain she's caused him alone, she realizes how her suggestion, while with good intentions, has insulted him, hurt him, and imposed on his own wants... which are more than clear now, that he wants to remain with her. (Why, why, when he's looking like that, when she's causing him grief? She's weak. She should be stronger for him, more secure. She said she wanted to be better for him!)
She must be better for him, otherwise this. Otherwise she hurts him by being careless. ]
I.... I'm sorry. [ She clings to him tightly, shutting her eyes as she buries her face into his chest. ] Nothing, you did nothing wrong. I was a fool suggesting this.
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This topic had been brought about her own anxieties, and in light of all of what he's done for her, she ought to believe them over her guilt. It's difficult because such festering is rooted in her, an innate belief that she should only be an observer, and barring that, gone because she will only cause harm.
...Yet mere moments later after he had confessed, she had said she wanted to be better for him. She cannot forget that, either. A wet, shaky breath passes from her lips, her voice quivering with his name. ] ...Noct.
[ She takes the last few steps forward, quickly and purposefully, to embrace him. ]
Noct, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way, I.... [ She fumbles, realizing that she may very well go into another hapless ramble of trying to explain herself, when it's obvious that all of what she's saying and doing is only causing him more harm.
A little too late, by the pain she's caused him alone, she realizes how her suggestion, while with good intentions, has insulted him, hurt him, and imposed on his own wants... which are more than clear now, that he wants to remain with her. (Why, why, when he's looking like that, when she's causing him grief? She's weak. She should be stronger for him, more secure. She said she wanted to be better for him!)
She must be better for him, otherwise this. Otherwise she hurts him by being careless. ]
I.... I'm sorry. [ She clings to him tightly, shutting her eyes as she buries her face into his chest. ] Nothing, you did nothing wrong. I was a fool suggesting this.