[ he settles down and dips his legs into the pool, feeling that sense of hopelessness sink deep into his bones. so this was it. he finally said it and that meant he never had to say it again, never even had to think of it again, and his heart could be honest and true for makoto now. he could stop feeling angry at rin, maybe.
he points his toes down in the water, then slowly kicks a leg, fighting the urge to slip in entirely and immerse himself.
so rin maybe felt that way before, but he didn't anymore. what he felt when they were 12 was probably very different than what haru feels now, but he can live with it. he didn't think anything different and wonders what the point was in rin saying anything about his feelings at all. they made his heart jump, briefly, and then left him feeling some sort of grieving acceptance.
but he did feel lighter. ] Maybe they aren't.
[ he says, low, wondering if he can reassure himself and rin at once and convince the both of them. that's when he lets his eyes close, stopping them from welling up and lacing them with an unnoticeable wetness. he keeps them closed. it only takes seconds for them to dry. ]
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he points his toes down in the water, then slowly kicks a leg, fighting the urge to slip in entirely and immerse himself.
so rin maybe felt that way before, but he didn't anymore. what he felt when they were 12 was probably very different than what haru feels now, but he can live with it. he didn't think anything different and wonders what the point was in rin saying anything about his feelings at all. they made his heart jump, briefly, and then left him feeling some sort of grieving acceptance.
but he did feel lighter. ] Maybe they aren't.
[ he says, low, wondering if he can reassure himself and rin at once and convince the both of them. that's when he lets his eyes close, stopping them from welling up and lacing them with an unnoticeable wetness. he keeps them closed. it only takes seconds for them to dry. ]