[ the people of her world don't deserve her; they deserve much better than her.
she curls her fingers around his, as if that would let her hold onto him for a little while longer. his words are so sweet to her and her brittle emotions. she wants them to be true. she doesn't want to think how much of it could be the front he's too used to having.
she'd like him to be true, whatever that means. (she doesn't know how long she'd like him to be true.)
the words, I don't want to miss you, Lavi die on her lips, a wish she doesn't have the courage to utter.
instead of saying anything, she slips her free hand out of its glove, placing the coolness of her hand against the warmth of his. ]
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she curls her fingers around his, as if that would let her hold onto him for a little while longer. his words are so sweet to her and her brittle emotions. she wants them to be true. she doesn't want to think how much of it could be the front he's too used to having.
she'd like him to be true, whatever that means. (she doesn't know how long she'd like him to be true.)
the words, I don't want to miss you, Lavi die on her lips, a wish she doesn't have the courage to utter.
instead of saying anything, she slips her free hand out of its glove, placing the coolness of her hand against the warmth of his. ]