[She can feel her heart sink under the weight of his tone: calm (how?) and impersonal. There's a faint familiarity to it, like she knows what's coming next; but she's shouldered a lot worse, and it isn't enough to dampen the smile on her face. She eyes the ring clasped around her finger. As long as they can stay friends, she can accept anything he's about to say.
Funny, though. What started out as just an idea now feels more like a confession. She's not prepared for this; she feels lost, oblivious to her own feelings like they've been hiding from her. At least until now.
What if. It's only then she lifts her head to meet his eyes.]
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Funny, though. What started out as just an idea now feels more like a confession. She's not prepared for this; she feels lost, oblivious to her own feelings like they've been hiding from her. At least until now.
What if. It's only then she lifts her head to meet his eyes.]
Huh? But...
[Does he?]