[This is... good, she thinks. Good enough. It doesn't come as a surprise, but she smiles through it anyway, keeping the lonely sentiment to herself. If he notices... well, there's plenty he could say about it, but she somehow doubts it'll happen.
It doesn't hurt, not really. Just aches a little whenever they part, but it always passes. The feeling of being close again still outweighs the disappointment, every time, especially after all they went through to arrive here in the first place.]
Won't stop me from it, though. Or from attending your wedding, whenever that happens. Everything will fall into line the way it's supposed to, I'm sure.
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[This is... good, she thinks. Good enough. It doesn't come as a surprise, but she smiles through it anyway, keeping the lonely sentiment to herself. If he notices... well, there's plenty he could say about it, but she somehow doubts it'll happen.
It doesn't hurt, not really. Just aches a little whenever they part, but it always passes. The feeling of being close again still outweighs the disappointment, every time, especially after all they went through to arrive here in the first place.]
Won't stop me from it, though. Or from attending your wedding, whenever that happens. Everything will fall into line the way it's supposed to, I'm sure.