His reaction made her feel better. Almost instantaneously, actually. The fact that he didn't mock her for it, didn't tease, didn't have an immediate witty reply. It was not only respectful, it was downright... touching. Surprising, but immensely touching and Nabooru thought her chest might explode.
Could it have been that the person she was really meant to be with had been the one above her the entire time? The way Nabooru didn't want to catch herself in commitment. The way she had used the excuse that she'd only go and leave the other person wanting. The way it really had been the truth, but that she hid behind it. But he was still there. After... over one year, he was still there.
He had not forgotten her. He had not abandoned her. He had only ever protected her and wanted her to not... be so selfless.
Did you know that I love you? Drawing in a deep breath, she felt her heart grow heavy. "Have... you ever had that feeling where you see this person and every time you see them, you have something you want to say? The words sit right there, right behind your lips, and you think, 'Maybe they don't want to hear this. So maybe you should just keep it to yourself.' So you end up never saying it, but it sits with you and you're reminded of it every time."
Looking aside, she eyed the candle he had used, admiring the way it dimly lit his room, "...Do... you think it's better for someone to be honest, or not to be?"
It would be my privilege. :>
Could it have been that the person she was really meant to be with had been the one above her the entire time? The way Nabooru didn't want to catch herself in commitment. The way she had used the excuse that she'd only go and leave the other person wanting. The way it really had been the truth, but that she hid behind it. But he was still there. After... over one year, he was still there.
He had not forgotten her. He had not abandoned her. He had only ever protected her and wanted her to not... be so selfless.
Did you know that I love you? Drawing in a deep breath, she felt her heart grow heavy. "Have... you ever had that feeling where you see this person and every time you see them, you have something you want to say? The words sit right there, right behind your lips, and you think, 'Maybe they don't want to hear this. So maybe you should just keep it to yourself.' So you end up never saying it, but it sits with you and you're reminded of it every time."
Looking aside, she eyed the candle he had used, admiring the way it dimly lit his room, "...Do... you think it's better for someone to be honest, or not to be?"