[ She didn't mean to do this, she didn't mean to bring down the mood.
Lyria had hoped that if she left enough time in between them meeting that maybe he wouldn't notice. She had washed her face, and washed it again... and again...
The hand against her own only briefly snapped her out of roaming thoughts. It was so warm, so comforting, and for a moment Lyria felt a wave of despair rush through her body. ]
I can't.
[ She ducks her head even further now, completely concealing her face as her long hair falls down in front of it. But slowly, silently, small tear drops fall on the back of Eustace's hand. ]
I-I promised myself that... that I would be strong. For you, for—
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[ She didn't mean to do this, she didn't mean to bring down the mood.
Lyria had hoped that if she left enough time in between them meeting that maybe he wouldn't notice. She had washed her face, and washed it again... and again...
The hand against her own only briefly snapped her out of roaming thoughts. It was so warm, so comforting, and for a moment Lyria felt a wave of despair rush through her body. ]
I can't.
[ She ducks her head even further now, completely concealing her face as her long hair falls down in front of it. But slowly, silently, small tear drops fall on the back of Eustace's hand. ]
I-I promised myself that... that I would be strong. For you, for—