[ the sorry is always what does it. when people apologize, that's what starts the waterworks, and she has to look away, stubbornly, so flayn won't see. it's selfish, to be upset like this.
a large part of her doesn't care. the game's rules can go fuck themselves, she's losing someone who understands her like nobody else does. ]
[feelings demand to be felt. flayn thinks she knows exactly what's happening when beau looks away, because it's not like she doesn't do the same thing when she cries, herself.
impulsively, she reaches for beau's hand.
she doesn't know what to say, but... she can try to be here for her, at the very least.]
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a large part of her doesn't care. the game's rules can go fuck themselves, she's losing someone who understands her like nobody else does. ]
It doesn't feel like one at all.
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impulsively, she reaches for beau's hand.
she doesn't know what to say, but... she can try to be here for her, at the very least.]
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she won't let herself cry in earnest, not here. but she takes flayn's hand and links their fingers together. ]
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is it could outside?
eh. who cares.]