> You sort of pause in the middle of almost showing a cinnamon bun into your mouth when she suddenly say those words. Oh shit. You’re really not all that good at handling emotions of this kind.
> You sound maybe a bit muffled thanks to the bun, but you manage to swallow it and poke her from your side of the sofa. You think you know what she’s speaking about at least, but you sort of hope that she’s not really speaking about that but something else… Like how it’s her fault… The… Uh…
> You sit there with your hands in your lap, sort of fiddling with those two bracelets around your one wrist. You shrug a bit turning your head towards him and biting into your lower lip. Well... In the start you had believed it wasn't your fault, but so much time has passed. You've been thinking about this for over a sweep and now you've kind of gotten to the decision.
> You honestly trusted science more but what if all that destiny stuff was actually true. What if you actually could have stopped this holding him back just five minutes? You should just have talked to him... Maybe told him. Then even if it had happened you wouldn't be sitting here with undisclosed feelings.
... Wh4t 1f... 1 could h4v3 stopp3d 1t...? M4yb3 1 could h4v3.
... 1 th1nk 1 could h4v3...
> You need to stop there. Slow down girl. You know no one else knows about it and honestly, you think they shouldn't. You promised him not to tell anyone ever. So unless he would wake up and tell himself or... Worst scenario. You don't see a reason to tell. But you do sort of cover your face with your hands, biting bitterly into half the heart pendant on the gold chain. You shouldn't have brought this up... He had just stopped by for a nice time and here you go pulling down the mood.
