As he passes, she reaches for him - but she doesn't actually touch him. She can't reach out to him, not now. It would only hurt them both if she did. Instead, she lets him pass by and doesn't say anything, her gaze falling to the floor.
Why did she do this? Why did she bother to say anything? It's only hurt them both. All of this... mess that they've found themselves in is going to be painful no matter what they do now and it's all her fault.
With a soft sigh, she sits back down on the couch and pours herself a fresh cup of tea with shaking hands. It's almost cold now, but she doesn't care. She hasn't come to terms with this yet, even if she's known for a long time it could never be, but it's obvious he's going to need even more time to let this pass.
So she'll wait - quietly, alone with her guilt - for her friend to come back. Until then, she'll try and figure out how the hell to apologize for something like this.
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Why did she do this? Why did she bother to say anything? It's only hurt them both. All of this... mess that they've found themselves in is going to be painful no matter what they do now and it's all her fault.
With a soft sigh, she sits back down on the couch and pours herself a fresh cup of tea with shaking hands. It's almost cold now, but she doesn't care. She hasn't come to terms with this yet, even if she's known for a long time it could never be, but it's obvious he's going to need even more time to let this pass.
So she'll wait - quietly, alone with her guilt - for her friend to come back. Until then, she'll try and figure out how the hell to apologize for something like this.