[ He doesn't reply at first, holding the silence that grows heavier by the minute. Did he truly exhaust every option back then? Certainly not, and the guilt that he had been repressing for weeks finally snaps something inside of him.
It's a good thing that he's turned his face away fro her to look at the field of flowers, because in the briefest of moments he looks like he's about to cry. But it goes unseen, and that's probably for the best. ]
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It's a good thing that he's turned his face away fro her to look at the field of flowers, because in the briefest of moments he looks like he's about to cry. But it goes unseen, and that's probably for the best. ]
I see.
[ And the silence rushes back in again. ]