[Somehow, she never thought he'd go straight to asking her why. It should've been the first thing she thought he might ask, and she should've had better control over her words and the situation. This is exactly why it's dangerous to let that control slip. She lets herself start to show what she's feeling, and then words fall free from her mouth.
And now they're here, with his hand on her cheek and her looking up at him like he's the center of her universe.]
Isn't it obvious?
[She tries playing it off cooly, acting like it isn't a big deal and it's something that anyone would do for a friend. At first, she isn't going to elaborate. But she quickly realizes that would be cruel. And right now, she doesn't have it in her to be cruel to be kind.
She isn't sure she'd be able to piece her heart back together if she intentionally allows it to break into thousands of pieces.]
I -
[She finds the words are hard to get out. This is her, putting herself out in the open, at her very most vulnerable. And it's absolutely terrifying. A few more tears fall, and she trusts him to wipe those away too.
It's time to be brave, Clara. Please, let her be brave.]
I'm willing to do whatever it takes to save you. It's what you do when you care for someone.
[Because she doesn't just fancy him the way a schoolgirl would a boy at school. Because she's willing to die if it means keeping him in the universe. It's what you do when you love someone, and in the way she looks up at him right then it's completely obvious just how she feels when it comes to him. She remembers once saying something about the trick to getting by in life being not to fall in love.
And now look at her. Trying to be brave and tell someone her feelings, and for once she can't find the right words to say anything at all. So her hand goes to his cheek, thumb grazing against his skin. She looks up at him for a moment, leaning in as if she's going to kiss his cheek just as she's done countless other times before. Only this time her lips lightly graze his, hands reaching up to cradle the back of his head. Her fingers thread through his hair as she guides him to lean in, so she can rise up on her tiptoes and press her forehead against his.
Her eyes shut and she just enjoys the closeness between them. She isn't sure he'll allow it to be there anymore after this, and she wants to remember what it feels like.]
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And now they're here, with his hand on her cheek and her looking up at him like he's the center of her universe.]
Isn't it obvious?
[She tries playing it off cooly, acting like it isn't a big deal and it's something that anyone would do for a friend. At first, she isn't going to elaborate. But she quickly realizes that would be cruel. And right now, she doesn't have it in her to be cruel to be kind.
She isn't sure she'd be able to piece her heart back together if she intentionally allows it to break into thousands of pieces.]
I -
[She finds the words are hard to get out. This is her, putting herself out in the open, at her very most vulnerable. And it's absolutely terrifying. A few more tears fall, and she trusts him to wipe those away too.
It's time to be brave, Clara. Please, let her be brave.]
I'm willing to do whatever it takes to save you. It's what you do when you care for someone.
[Because she doesn't just fancy him the way a schoolgirl would a boy at school. Because she's willing to die if it means keeping him in the universe. It's what you do when you love someone, and in the way she looks up at him right then it's completely obvious just how she feels when it comes to him. She remembers once saying something about the trick to getting by in life being not to fall in love.
And now look at her. Trying to be brave and tell someone her feelings, and for once she can't find the right words to say anything at all. So her hand goes to his cheek, thumb grazing against his skin. She looks up at him for a moment, leaning in as if she's going to kiss his cheek just as she's done countless other times before. Only this time her lips lightly graze his, hands reaching up to cradle the back of his head. Her fingers thread through his hair as she guides him to lean in, so she can rise up on her tiptoes and press her forehead against his.
Her eyes shut and she just enjoys the closeness between them. She isn't sure he'll allow it to be there anymore after this, and she wants to remember what it feels like.]