“ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” (rip my heart out)
“ —— that’s not what want ! ”
her entire being exudes exasperation. shoulders are tight with tension, expression is incredulous, eyes are bright and wild with emotion. either you let me in, or you don’t, but don’t keep me in this limbo. charlotte’s words hung in the air before hana’s own separate remark. ( they were both seemingly tying invisible nooses around this friendship, weren’t they ? )
“ i’m ---- i’m only trying to help you, hana ! isn’t that what you asked for ? you can’t just let me in and then push me out immediately after and expect yourself to feel better ! ” under different circumstances, it would’ve been appropriate for charlotte to feel like a hypocrite as the words are exhaled in a flurry of anger and compassion. ( their inability to be vulnerable is shared, but charlotte supposes hana practices more . . . aggressive tactics, whereas charlotte permits the occasional person in, and even then remains guarded. ) cheeks are pink from the commotion and shoulders are slumped in defeat. “ god, hana, i just wanna help. when i touch you, when i . . . help you with the bad feelings, it’s like a wall breaks, and i feel everything you’ve been holding back. i feel hate and sadness and loneliness, and i can’t help but think some of that could be fixed if you just let someone in. everyone needs someone in their corner. it doesn’t have to be me if you don’t want. but someone. anyone. ” a pause. “ i just want to help you. ”
meme. / @subduedglitter !
