❝ it feels like there’s a string around my heart and it’s connected to you. everywhere you go you’re just tugging me behind, pulling me towards you. ❞ (keller)
it's all about the yearning. / accepting !!
he can feel his cheeks heating up, and he's almost not sure what to say. he's never been important, always an unpleasant reminder of wasted potential and everything he should be but isn't. no one has ever found him to be anything special ... it's easy to have assumed that, for sana, it would be largely the same. but somehow that's not the case, and it leaves keller feeling uncharacteristically shy. he picks at his sleeve, the one he never pushes higher than his watch, and peeks up at her through his bangs, certain he must be bright red. even his ears feel hot.
"you ... you really mean a lot to me, sana. i just ... are you sure ?? you can do ... a lot better than me." we both know it, he thinks, looking down at his hands.