[It's the little things. The things she hasn't gotten or didn't deserve- or at least felt like she didn't deserve. Comfort from Sanji is somehow in the middle of bittersweet and something she wants to cling onto forever.
At least he cares enough to let her do this. None of the other guys she's ever liked had. They all just ran at the end.
It's better. Even if she tells herself that, it still hurts.
The quiet is better than hearing him try to apologize. What's it for? His feelings? She doesn't want to know who the other person is. Every time she likes somebody there's always somebody else.
She stays until she's cried out all her feelings. In the end, she weakly pulls away.]
Sorry, I'm-- [being dramatic. Logically this isn't the end of the world. Emotionally though...]
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At least he cares enough to let her do this. None of the other guys she's ever liked had. They all just ran at the end.
It's better. Even if she tells herself that, it still hurts.
The quiet is better than hearing him try to apologize. What's it for? His feelings? She doesn't want to know who the other person is. Every time she likes somebody there's always somebody else.
She stays until she's cried out all her feelings. In the end, she weakly pulls away.]
Sorry, I'm-- [being dramatic. Logically this isn't the end of the world. Emotionally though...]