Who would have thought that you would turn out so cruel... To the man you claim to be your best friend, at that. It'd be one thing if you could just tell him, but you won't. It's never "I don't love you, Luxu" with you, is it? It's always "Luxu doesn't love me". You never tell him the words that would actually let him move on, only telling him that he's not loving you enough to get his point across... How much devotion does that man have to show you before you give him an answer beyond "Not enough"? // anonymous
“Get out.”
It’s a flaw of ego, to think that Luxu would care for her so after all this time. Ego, and desperation, desperation that is not hers to feel anymore. He is her friend, and that is enough for both of them, and if he won’t speak it and if she won’t do the same then they can get by. There’s no point to cruelty, either.
Not enough? He had been everything, in those ages in the dark. But he hadn’t come riding up to her like salvation, like a promise kept. She doesn’t blame him. It just didn’t work the way they planned. It’s nobody’s fault. A step out of time, lives knit together again if not hearts.
Who else is there? Who else knew him by his presence alone? There were only fools left, who could not see his Heart for what it was. If she broke it, what was left for him? She won’t say the words. A married woman shouldn’t.
She loves him enough to keep his secrets, to damn herself before the man she’s given everything to. She’s loved him enough to go against her own judgment. She loves him in every way that shows another side of devotion. Damn it, are a shared bed and children asleep down the hall and the ring on her finger not enough to sever the other side of hope?
They had always been hand in hand, step by measured step. Why does it have to be said? Why can’t he see and feel it?
What is there for him to intimate? Her tongue’s all tangled in her mouth. It turns to a blade. If she isn’t careful, she’ll cut her gums.
“Of course I love him. It’s just not -- It’s not --”
