[ her own answer comes, first, in a shaky breath. the slumping of her shoulders, the dropping of her gaze. one hand reaches up to rub at her eyes, the exhaustion near palpable at this rate. ]
Is... Is that why you refused me before?
[ she can recall it so vividly, cradling the young girl in her arms as she wept, as she broke down, tentatively placing herself in a position to be a friend... hearing nothing of the sort in return.
she has to laugh at herself, really, if all this time, it had merely been her own undoing. simply because of her tendency to put her own self down. ]
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Is... Is that why you refused me before?
[ she can recall it so vividly, cradling the young girl in her arms as she wept, as she broke down, tentatively placing herself in a position to be a friend... hearing nothing of the sort in return.
she has to laugh at herself, really, if all this time, it had merely been her own undoing. simply because of her tendency to put her own self down. ]