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which private expression of love do you most represent?
Silence and static over the phone
Both of your eyes are closed. You both want to say it but neither of you are speaking. If you listen closely, and focus on their breathing, it’s almost like they’re there with you. When one of you finally breaks the silence with a whisper, they sound so close that your stomach aches.
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More help seemed to arrive from the sky, as several rainstorms came to quell the flames licking the parks and buildings in the green sector. Smoke replaced fire as water met it, casting the sector in a blanket of grey. A sigh of relief; not just from Anda, but the few around them who seemed to know the evacuation route by heart. In fact, a good majority of them didn’t seem phased.
“This happens about every month or so.” “I just stay at my mother’s while the house repairs itself.” “This is the first time I’ve seen you trying to help. This must be new to you, huh kid?”
Hell, the NPCs seemed to want to comfort Anda more than the other way around (likely because of the tears...) Most were generally grateful for the help, like an elderly lady thanking a child for helping her cross a road. No casualties were reported. It was all so... heartbreakingly routine for everyone, if the ankle-deep sea of sorrow said anything about it.
As the shuttle buses came to transport the temporarily deposed, Anda joined them, hitching a ride to Vario before slouching into the sheltered bench stop. Soaked, reeking of fire, soot staining the cuffs of their jeans...
All they could do was sob there, hand covering their face, letting that agonizing pressure of keeping composure go.
Send me a heart to learn something about my muse! – @leafslash said: 💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?
“Uh...” (”There’s not really a need for confessing. I’m kind of easy to read when I like someone. Lars kinda, figured it out and just rolled with it.”) “...I guess indirectly? Even if I did want to say something, I doubt I could think of something that made sense.”
