lilo & stitch sentences ! | accepting
@craneleft / ' please don’t do this. '
ga eun is drunk. a friend’s birthday has yielded such results, but the consequences of the event do not reflect the joyous occasion.
the ga eun that outshines when inebriated is a particularly self-loathing one. she is easily countered by an engaging, vibrant atmosphere, but once the party dwindles and she’s left alone to her thoughts, that ga eun is released. the one that seethes at the thought of her mother, the one that is all too aware of the experiences she’s been robbed of, of the needless pain and tribulations she’s had to push through. for every strand of self-acceptance and peace she has sober, it is instead replaced with burning fury over the cards that life has dealt her. for every moment ga eun has mused there is no use in wondering over the “could have been”s, her fogged mind agonizes over the missed opportunities.
her feet dragged on by themselves, cane long since dropped and forgotten as her brain becomes determined to right her wrong doings. some guards question her direction, and she manages to put forth the name of tonight’s emotional berating. nam seon ho.
ga eun scoffs, almost irritated as her so gracious acts are refuted by the man. ‘ how unlike you to be so ungrateful. i am granting you an opportunity! ’ he loves her, she knows this. the conscious ga eun has slowly, but surely, accepted that he wants her. he loves her for who she is, proven how he desires her as if she were any other woman in the country. he makes her feel beautiful, both in physique and emotion, but in her inebriation, she desperately clings to old habits. her mother’s words hold her with a vice like grip, urging her to come to her senses and realize his love would be better suited for someone else.
‘ i am releasing you! ’ she’ll be grateful for having been taken aside, where no curious ears could overhear her, come morning, because she would’ve given the entire slurred speech in front of anyone. ‘ you are-... you are free to do as you please. rejoice, seonnie! find a good woman. one you could marry, one who could properly raise children, and be lovely, and happy, and... good... f-for you... ’ ga eun feels sick. both in her heart and her stomach, fearful of the void he’ll leave behind if he goes, but she wants what’s best for him, she always has. tired hands rub her eyes, effectively drained from the long spiel she’d gone on and subsequently trying to defend her misguided points. she feels small, and defeated, and she would like to go somewhere private and cry. ‘ you... you can thank me tomorrow, seon ho. ’
