‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ @highaver asked: ❛ “I was so sad the day I met you. I can’t remember why.”
The revelation startles her. That day is seared into her memory, a precious memory of a day that changed everything. From the outside, there was no noticeable change: she was still the same old Christine — bright and obnoxiously brilliant, the life of every room she had ever walked into, as white-haired and strange as ever. However, under everyone’s nose, she underwent a transformation, blossoming into a better, happier version of herself: finally meeting your best friend has that sort of effect on a girl.
How was it that in all of her ruminations of that happy day, she had never picked up on the fact he was sad? Sure, she hadn’t learned how to read him yet, he was still a stranger, nothing more than Elspeth’s brother that she had only heard about in passing. Whatever negative emotions she had picked up coming from him, she had just dismissed it as him being annoyed at the fact his well-earned shore leave by his sister had been crashed by a stranger ( a decision she never found it in herself to be embarrassed by ) and failed to analyze it later when she started to know better.
❛ Yeah? ❜ a small smile glimmers at the corner of her lips, holding back a few dozen questions behind it. ❛ Hmmm, that’s my favorite day. ❜
They left that day well on their way to being best friends, but they were still strangers. As well as she got to know him, he held his emotions close to his chest, she had to piece together a lot, go through unbearable sadness to pierce through his walls.
❛ I — ❜ she puffs out a small breath, resting her head on his shoulder. ❛ I don’t remember that. ❜