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She was standing in line behind the girl when she noticed that there was a lot of digging in pockets going on — with little turn out on some positive results. She canted her head to the side, watching curiously for a moment, but once the girl spoke Minako could confirm what it was she pretty much was already assuming.
❝ Hey — do you need some help? I don’t mind buying an extra bun if that’s what you’re after. ❞
a voice spoke tuned up, and the drifter turned
around to face a strange girl with long, blonde
hair. did she just wanted to offer her something?
—— ‘n-no need to!’, she stuttered, ‘i- i think i just
forget it at home!’
shit, it was way too embarrassing for her, even
though the strange girl was so nice— but she couldn’t
accept the offer.
( xhausfraux )
—— ‘are ya comin’ or…’
the vagabond visioned the other teen who
was a few feet away from her. she didn’t
really like people who were dawdling on the
both had been given the order to clean the
other side of the castle. however, it looked
like eren needed a while to get along with
—— ‘… or am i too fast for yer baby steps?’
behind the scissor. i can’t sleep. i’ll spend the next hours until classes here and i don’t give too shits.
o f f l i n e
behind the scissor. cut your fucking posts. my dash looks fucking
disgusting if you don’t do so. i want a proper dash and not a dash with
zillions of block quotes.
———— thank you.
… wasn’t it obvious? ryuko was way too reckless
to tell about her feels, especially love. she didn’t
care about this feeling, since some guy ditched her
in her youth.
since then she started to forget what love was. she
forgot what it felt like. until jean happened. for some
reason she started caring for him— because he was
they cared for each other when they used to be stuck
in the deserted island, they helped each other when the
first one had problems. they couldn’t without each other.
but regarding the question, it was obvious why she wouldn’t
—— ‘he probably wouldn’t love me back, that’s why.’
the fear of not being loved back by the person she loved.
she couldn’t handle it, it hurt way too much. it was too much
for her to know that jean has an asshole attitude, that he was
like her, reckless, hot headed and stubborn.
maybe he would laugh at her, he would wave her off or even
———— why must love be so cruel? why must she even
fall in love with that idiot? why was she so afraid
of not being loved back by him?
… why were people asking her this kind of question?
why were people so mean to her & make her feel
like this? it’s not like she wanted to, it’s not like she’d
want to. she couldn’t lie, & she has to be serious about
the answer. but why? why would someone ask something
she’d been struggling with her feelings way too much; it
even hurt already, her heart felt like it was scattering into
million pieces, & the answer didn’t want to come out, like
it was choking into her throat. the answer was obvious, of
course it was.
she thought back about the time they had together. a lot
of stuff happened. how they found each other, how they
used to live without another when they were stuck at the
& back then when they got back to their lives, & even tried
to forget each other, but never could, because, they cared
for each other. they were both stubborn, hot headed, reckless…
she can’t say that jean was like a brother for her, that was a lie.
he was way more than only a brother. more like someone who
understood her, or not.
but back then, she noticed what she really felt for him. he wasn’t
someone she could get away from, he wasn’t like that guy who
ditched her the first time when she used to be in the gang.
no, jean was important. she couldn’t live without him, & it hurt
her so much as she realized what she really felt for that guy.
—— ‘no…’, she choked out, ‘no, i love him.’
behind the scissor. thank you very much!!