[That, first and foremost: yes. She hates secrets, and she hates lies. He understands at least part of that, which is good, but she wonders if he really gets it — how hard it is for her to trust anyone. How much work she's put into trusting him. This feels like a breach of trust, even though it isn't. She doesn't own him. It's not his fault this feels like safety slipping through her fingers like sand.]
[When she looks at it through the fear, she can see — that maybe she's not so surprised after all. It sounds like Komaeda. Like someone who feels too big and loves too hard, too much, too wide. She doesn't really understand it, but then, her kind of alone isn't the same as his. He's been trapped in a different kind of cycle than she has.]
[I don't know how you feel about that kind of thing, he said, and what he meant was I don't know how you feel about the way I feel things. She doesn't . . .]
[Is that even a question she gets to answer?]
i like the way you are. i just don't
it scares me. i don't know. whoever it is, i know they're nicer than me, and you can touch them. if you're into two people and one of them is me, the end of the story is kind of inevitable, don't you think?
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[That, first and foremost: yes. She hates secrets, and she hates lies. He understands at least part of that, which is good, but she wonders if he really gets it — how hard it is for her to trust anyone. How much work she's put into trusting him. This feels like a breach of trust, even though it isn't. She doesn't own him. It's not his fault this feels like safety slipping through her fingers like sand.]
[When she looks at it through the fear, she can see — that maybe she's not so surprised after all. It sounds like Komaeda. Like someone who feels too big and loves too hard, too much, too wide. She doesn't really understand it, but then, her kind of alone isn't the same as his. He's been trapped in a different kind of cycle than she has.]
[I don't know how you feel about that kind of thing, he said, and what he meant was I don't know how you feel about the way I feel things. She doesn't . . .]
[Is that even a question she gets to answer?]
i like the way you are. i just don't
it scares me. i don't know. whoever it is, i know they're nicer than me, and you can touch them. if you're into two people and one of them is me, the end of the story is kind of inevitable, don't you think?