Motions of tired reconciliation werenât exactly something heâd been afraid to see, in fact, expecting her to be rather dejected over the entire course of what was happening. Their time together was already so short, so erratic, adding another obstacle that needed to be continually passed would only make it harder.
But he was willing to deal with the hardships that it brought, continue trying to make it all work out.
That was his way, his creed. Keep trying, donât stop just because itâs hard, or challenging. Especially when it regarded them as a couple; The person he loved more than anything else in the world, even himself.
As ideas, thoughts, feelings passed over her lips, there was the undisputed truth that she was correct, that this would drive a wedge within their relationship even further than their previous bouts of erratic trouble.
He could understand all that.
But when she turned it along towards the extreme side of negativity, of cutting their ties together because she felt she wasnât good enough to run alongside him, he grew scared.
Dreading words that came to fall from her lips only a second later.
Sapphire hues widened as he failed to word out a response, mutely staring at her as his heart came to beat faster, obstinate denial of her idea rising higher and higher within his mind.
A pause, a second to reflect, whispered word than repeated louder, much louder.
"No! Are you crazy, Amaya?! That just because I got a transfer we should stop seeing each other? I get itâs going to be hard to see each other, to spend time together.
But like hell is that a good enough reason to stop seeing each other altogether!â