[ Her grip on her own drink's cup tightens a little bit and she has to force herself not to look straight up at him as he answers with full confidence and no hesitation at all.
She wishes she could be like that.
That's why she's been pretending for so long to hold her head up high and act like she had that confidence, because that's just the kind of person she wanted to be. If she believed in her own lie, maybe it could become real.
But the reason why her head hangs isn't solely because of her shame. Of the fact that she shouldn't feel this way, that her brother's a good person, so why is she like this ー
She's crying.
Tears are welling up in her eyes for the first time (she wasn't known for crying at all) because she can feel her proverbial mask slipping away, the cracks in them becoming that much more obvious. ]
You really mean that, Rean? You won't... hate me once I tell you?
[ Her voice is trembling in ways that she never let slip before, her fragility out in the open when she doesn't want anyone to see her like this. ]
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She wishes she could be like that.
That's why she's been pretending for so long to hold her head up high and act like she had that confidence, because that's just the kind of person she wanted to be. If she believed in her own lie, maybe it could become real.
But the reason why her head hangs isn't solely because of her shame. Of the fact that she shouldn't feel this way, that her brother's a good person, so why is she like this ー
She's crying.
Tears are welling up in her eyes for the first time (she wasn't known for crying at all) because she can feel her proverbial mask slipping away, the cracks in them becoming that much more obvious. ]
You really mean that, Rean? You won't... hate me once I tell you?
[ Her voice is trembling in ways that she never let slip before, her fragility out in the open when she doesn't want anyone to see her like this. ]