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constellates) wrote2020-01-25 08:03 am
constellates) wrote2020-01-25 08:03 amic inbox.
ANASTASIA
Hello. Call me Anya. (･ω´-ゞ)^☆
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constellates) wrote2020-01-25 08:03 am
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( that's all he can manage to say. it feels like his ribcage is collapsing in his chest, bones shattering like glass against the force of an imaginary punch. he can hardly breathe, struggling just to keep his composure as he watches anya's reaction unfold. he doesn't want to cry, he doesn't want to make her feel any worse than he already had, and he doesn't. . . he just doesn't want this to escalate.
he's an idiot.
a stupid, stupid idiot. what made him even dare to think that anya would like him? why did he think he was special? and what? he dragged her out her to listen to him spill his guts like an asshole?
god! how stupid can one person be?
anya's reaction hurts. the way she drops her shoulders, the way her face pinches, and the way she can barely articulate her answer. it hurts worse than any punch ever has and he's so sorry. sorrier than he's ever been in his life. what a hideous mistake all of this had been. tears prick at the corners of his eyes, hot and wet, as he pushes down as much of his feelings as he can. )
I—
( he tries, quickly flicking his gaze away from her and somewhere just over her shoulder. if he doesn't look at her directly, it'll be easier or so he thinks. )
I understand.