She’d been so embarrassed by that nickname... only ever being fine with it whenever they were alone, but freaking out whenever he said it in the presence of others.
An embarrassing child nickname from when she was... was apparently 8 years old.
Her hands tremble uncontrollably as she reaches forward to hold the cup. The smell... she was never one before this to be particular about her coffee, but since then... her taste toward them had gone up considerably.
And this smell... she recognized it immediately. It was... her favorite blend that he’d made her every morning... ]
Ah... aah...
[ She puts it down, quickly trying to use a tissue to wipe away her tears... but it’s no use. They keep running, and the tears don’t stop.
She knows it was fake.
They were simply... cast into those rolls.
But her feelings... they were real. She doesn’t want to ignore them... she doesn’t want to lose them. ]
Da...
[ When she looks up at him, her tears unending (though she does make sure the coffee is safely away from them), she can barely finish saying the word before her voice cracks and she sobs. ]
no subject
[ ‘Little Fruit’
She’d been so embarrassed by that nickname... only ever being fine with it whenever they were alone, but freaking out whenever he said it in the presence of others.
An embarrassing child nickname from when she was... was apparently 8 years old.
Her hands tremble uncontrollably as she reaches forward to hold the cup. The smell... she was never one before this to be particular about her coffee, but since then... her taste toward them had gone up considerably.
And this smell... she recognized it immediately. It was... her favorite blend that he’d made her every morning... ]
Ah... aah...
[ She puts it down, quickly trying to use a tissue to wipe away her tears... but it’s no use. They keep running, and the tears don’t stop.
She knows it was fake.
They were simply... cast into those rolls.
But her feelings... they were real. She doesn’t want to ignore them... she doesn’t want to lose them. ]
Da...
[ When she looks up at him, her tears unending (though she does make sure the coffee is safely away from them), she can barely finish saying the word before her voice cracks and she sobs. ]