[ anna doesn't move, doesn't breathe, as will's words tumble out. at the very first confession her face blooms red, the chilly air biting her cheeks fiercely, and her heart staggers. in the quiet of the night it feels impossibly loud.
is
it okay, then? to nurture that bud of hope that'd sprouted at some point? when things had become routine -- not in a bad way, but in a way where she looked forward to the end of the night when he made sure to bid her goodnight, to the morning when she might see him again -- and anna thought that maybe, maybe it had begun to feel more than a little real. the things she couldn't explain seem cast in a clear light now. that which she kept denying to herself weren't just probable, they were true.
her hands squeeze the railing again, then... one lets go, the other sliding as she inches back towards him. stops a bit from him still, ducking her face from his view a bit as she tries to
figure herself out, what to say and how to feel. she'd been ready to just be friendly and that be it. cordial if nothing else. play the game, work out the next match, and...
... and what. ignore what happened between them? the good and the bad, when she still couldn't get his face out of her mind? anna had never been good at letting go.
when she finally speaks, it's with a tremble that betrays her emotional state. ]
... Did you... really think that what you said before was a confession, Will-kun? Because if so, it sucked.
[ anna thinks of what she told asa. the formula of a romance story. but movies and reality are different; the end might not be so happy. maybe more like lala land, bittersweet at best.
but she doesn't want bittersweet. she wants to be sick over it. ]
I've been worried for almost a week now, [ as she looks at him through her bangs, red and teary eyed, ] about what was and wasn't... real. Between us. Because of-- our plan, and... and how eager you were to have me to yourself.
[ which is so, so the stuff of her dreams still. yes, it's fast. yes, it's sudden. but anna knows what love is like. she's been in love before. she didn't want to say anything, so wary was she of misinterpreting will and his inexperience and falling flat on her face about it, but-- ]
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is
it okay, then? to nurture that bud of hope that'd sprouted at some point? when things had become routine -- not in a bad way, but in a way where she looked forward to the end of the night when he made sure to bid her goodnight, to the morning when she might see him again -- and anna thought that maybe, maybe it had begun to feel more than a little real. the things she couldn't explain seem cast in a clear light now. that which she kept denying to herself weren't just probable, they were true.
her hands squeeze the railing again, then... one lets go, the other sliding as she inches back towards him. stops a bit from him still, ducking her face from his view a bit as she tries to
figure herself out, what to say and how to feel. she'd been ready to just be friendly and that be it. cordial if nothing else. play the game, work out the next match, and...
... and what. ignore what happened between them? the good and the bad, when she still couldn't get his face out of her mind? anna had never been good at letting go.
when she finally speaks, it's with a tremble that betrays her emotional state. ]
... Did you... really think that what you said before was a confession, Will-kun? Because if so, it sucked.
[ anna thinks of what she told asa. the formula of a romance story. but movies and reality are different; the end might not be so happy. maybe more like lala land, bittersweet at best.
but she doesn't want bittersweet. she wants to be sick over it. ]
I've been worried for almost a week now, [ as she looks at him through her bangs, red and teary eyed, ] about what was and wasn't... real. Between us. Because of-- our plan, and... and how eager you were to have me to yourself.
[ which is so, so the stuff of her dreams still. yes, it's fast. yes, it's sudden. but anna knows what love is like. she's been in love before. she didn't want to say anything, so wary was she of misinterpreting will and his inexperience and falling flat on her face about it, but-- ]