Those words, those very words, struck her harder than she thought possible. Did she really deserve to be happy, smiling alongside her younger sister in those photographs she received every now and again? She wasn’t familair with the emotion of happiness and it wasn’t until the moment she confessed her feelings to Soushi that she understood what happiness felt like. It was a beautiful feeling pinched in with a bit of sadness -- or had that been joy? She couldn’t remember and nor could she differincate the two.
In the books she read she would often come across chapters which revolved around happiness and love and she would wish she knew what that felt like. Or, at least, her younger self wished that she knew.
Unable to conjur a witty response, she merely stares at her bracelet as she fiddles around with it every now and again before throwing herself, head first, on to her bedsheets. With an absentminded mind, she creates circles on her sheets as she brushed her finger counter-clockwise. ]
You really are a strange one, Ange. [ But she meant no ill by stating such a fact. ] I do wonder what you see in me sometimes.
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Those words, those very words, struck her harder than she thought possible. Did she really deserve to be happy, smiling alongside her younger sister in those photographs she received every now and again? She wasn’t familair with the emotion of happiness and it wasn’t until the moment she confessed her feelings to Soushi that she understood what happiness felt like. It was a beautiful feeling pinched in with a bit of sadness -- or had that been joy? She couldn’t remember and nor could she differincate the two.
In the books she read she would often come across chapters which revolved around happiness and love and she would wish she knew what that felt like. Or, at least, her younger self wished that she knew.
Unable to conjur a witty response, she merely stares at her bracelet as she fiddles around with it every now and again before throwing herself, head first, on to her bedsheets. With an absentminded mind, she creates circles on her sheets as she brushed her finger counter-clockwise. ]
You really are a strange one, Ange. [ But she meant no ill by stating such a fact. ] I do wonder what you see in me sometimes.