❛ I cannot undo what has been done nor could I come back in time to prevent any of this happening. I didn’t want it, neither did you. I forgot about it and moved on, so should you. ❜
there was a slight L I E in her words, yet her P R I D E lays in her voice ( with no shattering tone, not a single hesitation in her sentence. but she could never forget what happened, neither could she ever forgive her father for what has happened. she sucked it all in, smiling through the pain that had been inside of her for the past eighteen years of her life. ) she can’t undo what her father as done; she can’t un-sing a song that her mother has sung. and the saddest thing about it all, was that he couldn’t even dare look at her right in her eyes telling her how sorry he should have felt.
but now look where she stands —— before an old acquaintance. they’ve met before, she could never forget his looks. they experienced the same trauma ; watching a person that matters a ton in their lives disappear before their own eyes. she saw him there, back then. he was horrified just like she was. she sighs softly, brows knitting together, she speaks truthfully.
❛ I’m sorry for what happened. We lost a lot of people, INCLUDING ME. people that meant a lot to us, and now gone like dust. life is PRECIOUS, I know. I ask you not to keep the grudge on me, nor of my company. ❜
How the topic was even brought up was still a mystery to the
blond. Maybe it was an itch he had to scratch for a while now, something
he had to get off his chest, for he couldn’t bear it any longer. It was one
thing that set Titus off, and just like that, a whole wave of emotions and
thoughts came pouring out of his mouth. It was like a faucet that wouldn’t
turn off no matter how much you tried-- it just kept coming.
❝ Move on? How can you expect me to move on! I can’t forget what
happened-- I’ll never forget what happened. How can it be so easy
for you... ? ❞ His breathing is deep and his words are shaky. Fists are
clenched as to where the nails on his fingers are leaving marks in the
palms of his hands. The poor boy is fighting the urge to cry, spilling tears
out of sheer anger. But he has to be strong, he has to hold it off for just a
while longer. He will never let Weiss Schnee see him at his most vulnerable.
❝ You know, you got a lotta’ nerve saying stuff like this, ❞ he’s speaking
before thinking, never a good sign when you’re angry, yet Titus doesn’t care.
He wants justice... no, he wants someone to blame for the loss that he went
through, ❝ You lost people too, yet you’re acting like... like this! And
what about me, huh?! I can’t just move on as easily as you do... I lost
almost everything that night! I can’t just forgive and forget like that!
Someone.... someone needs to pay! ❞