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Xander Ice
Wallet- 1,000 grand

Xander shakes his head lightly "not any longer I know now I've been unknowingly hurting you in many ways so please go and rest for now" he spoke while lying back down "I know hikaru nor melpomene approve of our relationship and you and them have doubts but I never did, so if you want we can have some time apart" he removes his oxygen mask as the nurse tried to put it back on his face, Xander glares at the nurse coldly "Get Out!" He screamed causing the woman to run out of the room while Xander breathes slowly thru his nose before running his hands through his hair

Xander Ice
Wallet- 1,000 grand

Xander watches Solaris leave as he closes his eyes while he reviewed her words in his head as he holds the ice lotus in his hand it changed into a tiny statue of Solaris "Sadness and anger hmm father was right I've should have never came back here" he spoke softly slowly falling asleep once more

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❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone.
You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want.
You weren't meant to live a lie.
Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.

Let go.❜
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○I'm feeling freaked out
●I'm speaking to Coralyn at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing the usual.
●I have $190 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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Her expression seemed strange, and it was in that split second that he knew he had absentmindedly spoken words that were harsher than intended. He didn’t know how to accept her kindness. He didn’t know if he should. He felt rather unworthy, and her kindness made him feel vulnerable. It made him.. afraid. ”I-..” he paused, and he bit his lip. What was he going to say? He had no idea what he should say, so he might as well remain silent. There was no need to make this situation even more confusing than it is.

But it seems, he was a little too late for that. Camil frowned, knowing full-well he had made a girl cry again. Twice, in a month. What was wrong with him? It was the same in his university. He was simply being straightforward and honest. He didn’t do anything wrong. So why were they crying? Was he as stone cold as they all said? He froze the moment tears brimmed within her light coloured eyes, and in that split second, he could see her tears solidify upon the ground. She once mentioned, that only if the feelings behind her tears were deep, it would solidify. She was hurt, wasn’t she? ”Coralyn-..?” he’d seem a little troubled, a little confused. Was it something he said?

Nothing, she said. Like hell, that was nothing. She’d turn away, and Camil could feel a pang of hirt within his chest. Why does he always fail to convey the words he’s trying to say? Why is it so hard? He would stand there, speechless as he watched her slowly walk away with an expression full of hurt and disappointment. He knew what the problem was. It wasn’t because he couldn’t speak properly. It wasn’t because he lacked commucation skills. It was his cowardice that hurt her. The fact he couldn’t bring himself to face the warmth from her kindness. He didn’t want to be hurt, so he pushed others away. Camil bit his lip, his voice quiet and hoarse. ”Coralyn-” he called out. It was too soft. ”Cora- lyn..” his voice would be shoved down his throat, and he would feel nervous, afraid at the sight of her departure. He didn’t want to hurt anyone. That had never been his intention. His lips parted once more, in attempt to call out to her, but with a clench of his jaw, his feet had unconsciously brought him towards her.

”Coralyn!” he’d grab hold of her upper arm, his fingers tightly latched onto her skin. Even with the leather glove he wore, he could still feel the heat radiated off her skin. Her warmth. His cheeks flushed almost instantly, and he’d quickly let go of her as his gaze shot towards the ground. Why had he done that? What is he supposed to say now? He could sense the gaze they were receiving, and he knew what they were thinking. How could he make a girl cry? What is wrong with that man? How could he be so cold? Camil frowned, attempting to speak, yet his voice could not be heard. He was at loss for words, at loss for what he should do. This situation.. It was too foreign. ’Sorry..’ he signed. ’I’m sorry.’ he repeated, and sorry seems to be all he could say. The next time he flicked his gaze upwards, he would meet an expression that was flushed, her eyes swollen from the tears. He blamed the world all these while for being unwilling to cooperate, when it was him, who refused to accept their kindness.

”I-I didn’t mean to-.. I- this-.. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings-.. Did I-.. Did I say something wrong-..?” he asked, and he’d lower his gaze once more. ”You.. Why do you keep coming around? What’s so f-fun about hanging around someone l-like.. Me..? You keep showing me this kindness- t-..this smile and honestly.. It.. well.. It s-scares me.” Camil huffed and puffed, finding it frustrated to speak his thoughts. He didn’t like this situation. He usually spoke his thoughts withlut realizing it, but this time, being so honest.. It feels so embarrassing. An air of awkward silence would dawn upon them once more, and this time, he found it absolutely unbearable. With a loud groan, he’d crouch on the ground and hold his head in frustration. What does he do? What does he say? Why can’t he be as bold as his brother? Why can’t he properly convey what he wants to say? ”Y-you just-.. You’re so annoying! Why can’t you just leave me be!” he exclaimed, eventually looking up at her once more. His eyebrows had furrowed into knots, and he’d heave a great big sigh. He was such a spoiled child, and it obviously wasn’t hard to tell from his way of reacting in certain situations.

”T-The flowers-..” he murmured, reaching his hand upwards. ”Give them to me.” she said it was a gift, didn’t she? He might as well take it. What was he going to do with them anyway? He usually gave them away to others, but this woman, apparently, wasn’t too fond of the thought. ”Hurry up. I-.. I don’t have all day.”

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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil 'Rye' Falkov Dragonkin
❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone.
You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want.
You weren't meant to live a lie.
Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.

Let go.❜
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○I'm feeling frustrated.
●I'm speaking to Coralyn at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing the usual.
●I have $190 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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Stop that. Stop crying. Camil cringed, noticing how he grip must have caused her great discomfort. Was he a little too hard on her? She seemed confused as to why he stopped her, and even the young man couldn’t quite explain the situation himself. Why did he stop her actually? It wasn’t because he didn’t want her to misunderstand the situation. There was something else, something he couldn’t quite put a finger on. It wasn’t anything romantic, that was clear enough in his actions. Perhaps, in the midst of the push and pull in this little ‘friendship’ of theirs, he found himself enjoying her presence. Perhaps that was it. He did like this young lady, but the more he did, the more he grew terrified, the more he withdraw himself from her. He was scared that like many others, she would grow tired of him one day and for him not to get hurt, he would be the first to leave. He would be the first to let go. Maybe that was why he could never step out of his shell, because of his cowardice. Her eyes were swollen, and his heart clenched painfully at the sight. He shouldn’t make people cry. That was just.. wrong. She would shake her head, and Camil would frown in return. He was in the wrong. He shouldn’t have been so.. stubborn.

When she would apologize, the young man found himself at loss for words. No, that wasn’t what he meant at all. He shook his head, parting his lips as he tried to find the right words to say. ”N-No- that’s n-not what I meant to say-.. I- I-..” he lifted his hands, trying to emphasize his words through sign language, yet he couldn’t. He didn’t know how. Instead, all he could do was let his hands fall slowly back to his sides as a sense of frustration clouded his thoughts. What’s so hard about talking properly? They’re just words, aren’t they? It was so simple. All he had to do was open his mouth, but everytime he did, his words seem to come out wrong. What was his problem? He gritted his teeth, watching the crystals slowly fall upon the ground before them. Yes that’s right. She attempted to leave, and he stopped her. For what reason, actually? ”Y-You can’t leave-..! I-I mean.. don’t- No.. No.. I mean.. what am I even..” Camil frowned, and he’d seem a little worried when she turned around. Is she leaving? He’s really done it this time, hasn’t he? He’d remember telling her how she had a beautiful smile, but here he is, breaking what he initially thought was beautiful. Camil heaved a small sigh when she refused to give him the flowers, and for once, just once, there was a desperate need he felt to get his message across. To properly convey his message, to be honest with his thoughts, no matter how embarrassing that may be. It was the least he could do for making her cry- by giving her a proper explanation. He couldn’t behave that way forever. He can’t go on running away from his problems. He couldn’t be a spoiled child any longer. He’s already twenty seven, for Christ’s sake!

He pushed himself up, and he’d dust himself off. ”Listen..” he murmured, before he tore his gaze away from hers and fixed them upon the ground. He couldn’t look her in the eye, not during such an embarrassing moment. ”I’m not good with words. I never have been, and I doubt I will be anytime in the near future. I can’t get my message across, and it seems.. I make people cry without really realizing it and I can’t seem to stop that. I’m sorry for making you cry, and I’m sorry if I’ve hurt your feelings. I really didn’t mean to-” his hands froze, and it was in that moment, that he realized how his fingers were quivering out of sheer nervousness. It’s just an apology, what’s so hard about that? Yet despite how he kept reminding himself that way, he can’t seem to get used to this situation. It felt so.. nervewrecking. ”I.. I don’t hate you. I really don’t. No one’s really been this kind to be before. No one has ever went through so much effort to come visit me every now and then, to be so nice to me even after such a long while. You’re genuinely nice, and you don’t expect anything in return. You’re really kind, and everything feels so foreign to me that I.. I got scared. I didn’t want to get any closer to anyone. I was scared of getting hurt, that.. that you’d get sick of me one day so.. so I didn’t want to face your kindness. I didn’t want to accept them.” by the time he finished his sentence, his face was beet red, and the warmth had spread all the way to his ears. He was embarrassed, but this feeling.. It didn’t feel so bad. It felt like a relief, to be able to speak out. He took a deep breath, and he’d finally lift his gaze to meet her swollen eyes. Poor thing. It was his fault, wasn’t it? Before she could pull those bouquet of flowers away, Camil would reach forth and take it from her hands, his fingers tightly latched onto the wrappings. It carried a light fragrance, ones that reassembled the baby’s breath. Still, he didn’t know what to do with these flowers. Camil reached into his pocket and fondled about, until he managed to feel a small piece of fabric within. He’d hesitate as he looked at her, but eventually, he mustered enough courage to do so. It wasn’t direct skin contact, so that was alright, wasn’t it? With trembling fingers, he reached forth, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks when he pressed the fabric against her tear stained cheek. He supposed this was something normal? He only ever saw it in movies, but he supposed this was the right thing to do now?

”S-S-Stop crying- you look ugly-..” he muttered in frustration, but one could tell that such a tone of voice was to cover up for the embarrassment he felt. Eventually, he gave in, and he’d breath a small sigh before finally giving her one of her many ‘nicknames’.

”You idiot.”

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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil 'Rye' Falkov Dragonkin
❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone.
You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want.
You weren't meant to live a lie.
Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.

Let go.❜
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○I'm feeling frustrated.
●I'm speaking to Coralyn at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing the usual.
●I have $190 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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The silence felt unbearable, and neither of them made the attempt to speak up. It felt strange, and so terribly awkward. Did she find it strange? Had his words bothered her? He knew it. He knew he shouldn’t have said anything at all. Maybe it was best if he left things as they were previously, her leaving and him carrying on with his life. It was always better that way: when he’s alone, when he doesn’t have to care about anybody. He had friends, but even then, Camil could sense how they felt ever so frustrated when the young man would return into his state of withdrawal from time to time. He never spoke to them about it, and they would pretend as if nothing has ever happened when Camil returned to normal. Perhaps it was their way to avoid confrontation, perhaps.. it was their way of maintaining this friendship of theirs. A friendship that could break if one of them spoke a word. They were all running, and in this current day, that was probably why he was running away from her too. To preserve the good left in this friendship, for he feared the day she would show such frustration too. But Coralyn.. She seemed so much like Rigel, her behaviour, her manner of speech. They were both so childlike, so innocent, and the young man couldn’t help but feel a little.. hopeful. Maybe she would be different? But what courage did he have to take the bet? He had none.

His eyes remained downcast the entire time they were silent, and he could see the tears that had crystalized upon the ground. It would linger around for quite a while before they disappeared, and he would be reminded countless times of how he had hurt her feelings with his absentminded way of speaking. But when she spoke, oh, when she would speak, Camil heaved a great sigh of relief. She wasn’t walking away. That’s a good sign, he supposed? He shook his head, twiddling his fingers out of nervousness. ”N-no-.. It’s my fault.. I never really tried to change the way I speak s-so.. I’ve always been hurting people’s feelings- you’re not t-the first..” and even when he spoke, he wouldn’t meet her gaze. His voice was filled with guilt, with regret, and he felt more remorseful than he had ever been with anyone else. ”..I-I’m.. I’m really sorry-..” he would apologize once more. He had never been so grateful to have a bouquet of flowers near him in his entire lifetime. If it hadn’t been for the soft fragrance the flower carried, he would’ve lost his mind by now but this woman.. She spoke the words that would least likely describe him. He wasn’t nice. If anything, he was cold, he was the ice sculpture his fellow schoolmates called him but when he saw her addressing him as a friend, he would seem ever so slightly surprised. ”..friend?” he murmured, his gaze finally flicking towards her. Him? A friend? ”..i-is that really.. A-alright? S-someone like m-me..” well, that was certainly a first. A friend. That sounded pleasant. She would smile, and the young man could feel his cheeks flush in an instant. What’s with her sudden change of expressions? One second she would be crying, and the next, she would be smiling like an idiot. Has the wire in her head finally burned out? Camil frowned, and forced himself to look away.

What a strange girl.

She would watch him and he would start to feel a little self conscious about himself. Her light coloured eyes scared him. It was as if they could see through that facade of his. It made him feel so uncomfortable. So anxious. ”S-S-Stop staring at m-me!” he groaned, obviously feeling annoyance from her countless staring he had been receiving. Camil noticed how her cheeks had flushed, and his were no different. He was equally as embarrassed. He had never done things like these before, wiping a person’s tears. Aside from his siblings, that is. She spoke nothing of his actions, and he was grateful for that. At least this situation didn’t become more awkward than it already is. He’d pull his hands away, and he’d set his handkerchief in her hands. It was much cleaner than the one she was holding in hand. It was full of snot, wasn’t it. ”..I find that hard to believe.” he frowned and looked away. At least she’s back to normal. That’s a relief. ”Y-Y’know.. I.. Um.. your visits.. they make me happy.” he answered, quite embarrassed to admit such a thing, but he assumed it was the least he could do.

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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil 'Rye' Falkov Dragonkin
❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone.
You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want.
You weren't meant to live a lie.
Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.

Let go.❜
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○I'm feeling frustrated.
●I'm speaking to Coralyn at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing the usual.
●I have $190 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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"If you feel your words hurt people, you could try telling things in a nicer..manner?"

Perhaps she was right. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to be nice for once. Camil lowered his gaze, and he'd silently give her a nod of the head. But he was scared, there was no denying it. He wasn't as cheerful as she was, he wasn't as sociable as she seemed. He was gloomy and that 'emo' kid one usually finds in the corner. He was simply the strange kid with his looks being the only redeeming part of him. He didn't have the self confidence, and he feared that others may just pass him off as.. weird. But how would he know if he never tried? How much longer is he going to live cowering in fear? He frowned, and he'd dig his fingers into his palm. Ah, how nervous this is. The smile returned to her face, and he'd catch the sight of it. That's.. a lot better. "I'll.. try. I'm not as cheerful as you are but.. I'll try." he murmured, and the quiver in his voice wasn't hard to make out that he had been nervous.

"Stop apologizing..." Camil froze, and his gaze would once again be lowered. Right.. Casey told him the same thing back at the hospital. All he ever does was apologize. He's been apologizing his entire life, to people even though he did nothing wrong. Even when he wasn't the cause of the problem. He simply wanted to avoid confrontation. He simply.. didn't like to have any conflicts. When she claimed that she would hit him, Camil would frown, and he'd shoot her a small glare though it faded as quickly as it had appeared. "Don't touch me." he huffed, and he'd fiddle with the flower petals. They felt soft against his fingertips. Truth be told, they're actually.. rather nice to touch.

It seems he was her only friend in the area, and he would widen his eyes in surprise. Somehow, in the midst of her admitting so, perhaps he had felt just a little blissful upon hearing such words. A friend. Her.. first friend in the area. A small smile, barely noticeable at all, would curve his lips. A friend. It sounded pleasant to the ears however, it seems, that pleasure was short-lived. "I am not old. I'm only twenty seven years old, you kid." he frowned, and he'd start huffing and puffing but being called nice.. it made him feel a little shy. Was he? Was he nice? His face was nice, that was what he had been told. His eyes were nice, his hair was nice, but there was no one who complimented him on his personality. Casey, perhaps, but other than that.. His cheeks flushed ever so slightly, and he'd lower his head even further, allowing his long fringe to cover his face. But as hard as he tried to hide his flaming features, he was unable to hide the redness that had spread to his ears. He was embarrassed, but he was happy. "Thank you. You're one of the few people who told me such a thing.. I-.. I'm not really sure how to react.." he'd rub his arm, and he'd fidget. It was obvious from his body language that he wasn't a person with much confidence at all.

She would look away, yet a smile would be plastered upon her face. That girl.. she keeps making the situation more awkward than it already is! Camil heaved a small sigh, but he would eventually smile when she took the handkerchief. She hated crying, partially because of her tears that would turn to crystal. The young man bent down, and he'd pick up the little solidified tear drop within his fingers. "Why..? I think it's special. I think.. it's something beautiful." he answered with complete honesty, yet unaware of what he had been saying. She seemed a little gloomy when she spoke of her tears, and he wouldn't interrogate her regarding this subject matter. He would simply set the crystal down upon his palm, and he'd just stare at it, for the longest time until it would finally disappear. He was amazed, quite fond of it actually. It's the way it wasn't something permanent, that made it even more beautiful. Her cheeks flushed, and she would speak of how she never knew of such a thing. He wouldn't blame her. Camil had never been obvious regarding that aspect either, but he did. He enjoyed her presence. He enjoyed her kindness, as much as he had feared it, in return.

"You're the first person who's done so much for me. Valentine's chocolates, or just.. paying visits in general. I've never had someone who through the extra measure just to come see me so-.. it makes me happy. I-It-.. really does.." he pouted, finding these words a little embarrassing to speak of. He seemed reluctant, as if he didn't want to admit such a thing. "I was just afraid that one day you'd start finding me frustrating s-so.. I-.. so I pushed you away.. But you came back and- well-.. t-t-thank you.."
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▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Camil 'Rye' Falkov Dragonkin
❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone.
You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want.
You weren't meant to live a lie.
Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.

Let go.❜
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○I'm feeling frustrated.
●I'm speaking to Coralyn at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing the usual.
●I have $190 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I currently have feelings for no one.

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“You don’t have to be like me, I want you to be you... the real you.”

The real him. Somehow, that made him feel just a little bit at ease. Be himself. It was alright to simply behave like he always did. He didn’t need to try and fit in, he didn’t have to compromise. He simply had to be who he is, how he had always been. So.. it’s alright, if he wishes to stay as friends, right? It’s alright to want to talk to her.. right? ”I like the sound of that. F-Friends.. I mean..” answered the young man with a slight pout to his lips. He was relunctant. It wasn’t hard to tell at all, but his eyes doesn’t seem as clouded as it had been earlier. It seemed brighter, almost as if he felt happy in this situation. Which he does, of course. It’s not everyday someone’s willing to be so kind to him.

He wasn’t all too upset when she demanded that he stop apologizing. Camil simply reflected back on what he had done so far. The both of them, honestly, all they tell each other is ‘sorry’. It was a little frustrating to think of, yet at the same time, quite funny to him. Just what’s wrong with the both of them? He’d notice her small chuckle, and he’d eventually find himself staring for quite some time. It was nice seeing her smile that way. Much nicer than seeing her cry. That’s for sure. When he noticed the movement of her hands, the message she tried to convey, Camil furrowed his brows and he’d slap her hand away. There was no denying he felt a small tingling sensation upon his sides when her hand inched closer, a small.. numbing sensation that inevitably caused his cheeks to flush ever so slightly. ”I-I-I haven’t forgiven you for k-..k-kissing me-!” he cried out, noticing through the reaction of passers-by that his voice had been rather loud. He turned beet red, he felt hot, and he prayed to god that he could dig a hole and simply hide in it for the rest of his life. His gaze was downcast, all these while refusing to meet hers. Half because of how he knew she’d poke fun at him, and half being how he would be constantly reminded of how up-close and personal he had gotten with her at one point. Long lashes, bright eyes, pale skin, moist lips. If this world would be even more unreallistic, steam would burst through his ears, and he would be steaming completely. Stop- what was he thinking?! He isn’t some damned pervert! He’d close his eyes as tight as he could and clench his jaw.

The next time he opened his eyes, he would see how her cheeks seemed a little darker, how she seemed a little lost, as if she had spoken something she shouldn’t have. He didn’t oppose to it, in fact, it made him feel quite happy. A sudden outburst of laughter escaped his lips, but he’d quickly cover his lips with his hand, looking away once he realized how embarrassing it had been. What was he, some kind of a kid? But as for her, of course she wouldn’t deny being a kid. She was simply a child at heart, and he was no different. A spoiled child, he was. ”But.. it’s not a bad thing, being a kid, I mean..” he sighed. They were always so youthful, so cheerful. Camil admired that part of them. A part he never had. You’re welcome, she said, and he seemed just a little delighted. ”..t-then.. Is it alright if I-I-.. Um.. Talk to you..? F-From now on..?” he’d ask, and he’d seem a tad shy, like a young teenage girl about to confess her love. It was the first time, asking someone such a thing. It was the first time, finding someone who was in a similar situation. Her smile soon faded though, and he’d wonder if he shouldn’t have asked something like that. He’d wonder if she wasn’t happy with what he requested. Camil fell silent, until he realized it was in fact, a matter regarding her tears. Had something happened? He’d listen to her, and he’d c**k his head to the side, wondering just what he meant by that. He didn’t say much after that. He figured it was something personal. He knew at least that much, but it seems, she continued on herself, and he’d finally realize that it had been the cause of the loss of her voice. What.. did people do to her? ”..but I think it’s something beautiful regardless.” he paused. ”I guess.. It’s like the sun. It may give you sun burn, it may make your skin peel, and you might be in pain but.. you can’t disagree that it holds a certain beauty to it. You can’t.. deny that it’s beautiful.” perhaps if that never happened, they would never have met at all, they wouldn’t be having this conversation, he would never have.. tasted how awful her chocolates were. ”I like the beauty your crystals hold. I like.. how special it seems, and I.. think that’s what makes you special. And.. I think your tears.. are also the reason why we’re talking now.” he tore his gaze away, letting the gentle breeze carry his long locks in the wind, letting the soft fragrance travel through the wind. Flowers..

He pulled out one of the many stalks, and he’d shorten the stem. He’d cast her a glance, holding it in his once again, trembling hand. Rigel did it to his younger siblings. To Camil too, if he recalled correctly. He reached forth, brushing her hair to the side, careful as to not touch her skin. He felt nervous, but it felt nostalgic, too. He’d tuck the flower behind her hair, and he’d quickly withdraw his hand. His cheeks were red, but he liked the sight of the flower in her hair. Perhaps Rigel can make use of these flowers. He liked putting them in other people’s hair. ”White suits you.” he stated. And it was then, she would speak of something embarrassing. ”S-Stop saying embarrassing things!” he was worth the time? Worth the trouble? Camil felt his cheeks flush, and he’d be at loss for words. This girl.. He brushed his fingers through his hair, allowing his hand to rest against his forehead. However, sooner or later, he’d end up chuckling. ”You’re really..” he sighed.

”I-.. I like having you around s-so.. Yeah.. I’ve always liked having you around..”

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