This is the way it has to be (break my heart, don't spare me at all yes /shot)
‖❦‖▬ : And so the last pillar crumbles - a quartet reduced to a duet, and from a duo to a soloist.
It left a lingering aftertaste on her tongue, an acridity whose dull sharpness reflected that of the transpired events. Scenery fading into oblivion, Touko’s perception narrowed down upon the boy’s proportioned figure as she desperately sought for him to form an excuse, or a delusion to distill her paranoia. He cared for her, right? He loved her, just as much as she had loved him back! Quivering irises caught his lips’ hesitant movements - and the idealist’s shoulders heaved up to brace herself for a needed explanation. But their old familiarity was nonexistent; something she still doesn’t fully grasp into understanding. Instead, silence answers her beseeching pleas for comfort. They’re standing at arms-length, yet the distance connecting the pair seems to widen further. For a moment, he becomes the embodiment of her childhood imagery, a virtue she had hung on for far too long. Why did he do it? Where did they go wrong? She remains in the same position, feet latched to the floor and posture rigid in tension. There’s a weak sniff, and the brunette continues to return the dead colloquy with hushed tones. A foot was raised, disturbing the statuary atmosphere about the room as it takes a delayed motion forward. Another step followed, and arms then extended out as if to embrace her companion’s sturdy frame in pardoned acceptance.
‖❦‖▬ : Digits seized unto his shirt whilst palms drove him back in an uncontrollable attempt to squeeze a reaction out of him. Hands slightly retracted back in regret after the assault registers in her mind, and she knows she’s hurting him. She promised she wouldn’t. The awareness lasted for a brief interval, and she shoves a second time with lesser sympathy. She wanted him to react, damn it! Fingers curled into fists, she’s incapable of inflicting any other damage other than feverish pushes. ❝—You’re disgusting,❞ she chokes out loud, ❝—I trusted you!❞ Unable to string a coherent sentence, Touko deals a careless blow to his chest, cornering the older boy closer against the wall with each contraction. ❝I trusted you, I trusted you…❞
Energy exerted into the actions dwindled into feeble prods, and the fire kindling her passionate vigor flickered out along with her hope. Upper limbs soon dangled back to her sides, lifting up to cradle the raw prickles inhabiting her vision. Brows creased inwards as the trainer struggles to suppress the urge to cry, and she roughly brushes the corners clean of tears. Avoiding eye contact altogether, her vocals are plucked of their allegro tempo. ❝…You’re different…you’re not Touya; I don’t even feel like I know you anymore.❞
❝Day in, day out…you’re always gone. I’ve been wondering if I mean anything to you in your life. But you’re just like them - you’re just like Cheren and Bianca, and everyone who moved on with their lives without me. T-That’s just how the world goes, doesn’t it? I’ve become old news to you. An old toy.❞
‖❦‖▬ : Muteness hung over the conversation, and Touko settles the conclusion by shifting aside and turning tail towards the door.
❝…Find yourself a new best friend,❞ she mutters, slinging her satchel over a shoulder and unfastening the entrance locks. ❝Please don’t talk to me again.❞ Body animations halting amid the process, the brunette awaits for a reply to arrive - a miracle to condemn her decisions. As none came, she resumes her departure with dismal steps, without looking back.
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