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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)^☆
VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION
constellates) wrote2020-01-25 08:03 am
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[As if she plans to give chase if he ends up running (again), she takes a step forward to find her voice.]
Подожди минутку - just... just a little. Please, I...
[Half a year ago, Anya lost her words. She can remember waking up without them, no longer able to communicate her feelings in the exact words that she wanted, having to rely on slips of Russian and hiding behind simple text messages to cover how hopeless she felt. In the time since then, she thought she'd gotten better - she'd been able to figure out ways around to still tell people what she wanted to say, even if it was clumsy.
Here, she can't afford to be clumsy. She can't be selfish and blame it on a language barrier. What use is trying to get better if she can't do anything for Yukine when his face looks like that?
(And it's unfortunate - that she knows the feeling. It's a fresh wound, the feeling of confessing to someone that you like them - out of everyone in this whole city, you picked them - and then receiving an answer that isn't a resounding, certain, absolute yes! But Anya and Yukine are different. Anya never bothered to hope that someone would like her back.
That anyone would like her at all.)]
I... I am scared because I do not want to make it hurt more.
[Too honest, too sincere even when she feels the ground crumbling beneath her feet, even as she desperately reaches for traction - if she could just keep her friend from feeling the same way she felt.]
But I - Yukine is... It is not because... Yukine is not good enough, if - if you are thinking that? [She winces again, stumbling over her words so uncertainly.] Нет. No. I do not want Yukine to... feel that way.