[ She says nothing. She doesn't try to stop him. Every ounce of her being wants to do both, but she can't. This was the right thing to do, she tries to reassure herself. He wasn't the only one getting too attached. Besides, this blow would've been worse if they got further along into a relationship, deeper and deeper, only for the Player to finally show their face. Letting him go would destroy her more than it already has now. She'd be sorrier than she is now.
And maybe, if they'd gotten that far...she wouldn't have been able to let Soundwave go.
Her head lowers. As she watches a rabbit hop past, a tear falls and she sniffles. She allows herself a few more moments of weakness, then straightens up and wipes her face. Not in public. She turns, ready to head back to her room.
...Her room. His real self. Would he be there?
She leaves the conservatory, automatically looking for Soundwave's avatar before stifling the instinctual reaction. There's no need to keep being this way. In fact, he'll probably be gone by the time she gets there. Good. Even better. With enough determination, she can delusion herself into believing anything. He won't be there. She's done the right thing.
By the time she reaches her room and steps inside, she doesn't believe anything other than feeling she's made the biggest mistake of her life. After falling back against the door, she slides down to the floor, catching a glimpse of her broken chair on the way down, then sees nothing else after covering her face. Tears fall freely.
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And maybe, if they'd gotten that far...she wouldn't have been able to let Soundwave go.
Her head lowers. As she watches a rabbit hop past, a tear falls and she sniffles. She allows herself a few more moments of weakness, then straightens up and wipes her face. Not in public. She turns, ready to head back to her room.
...Her room. His real self. Would he be there?
She leaves the conservatory, automatically looking for Soundwave's avatar before stifling the instinctual reaction. There's no need to keep being this way. In fact, he'll probably be gone by the time she gets there. Good. Even better. With enough determination, she can delusion herself into believing anything. He won't be there. She's done the right thing.
By the time she reaches her room and steps inside, she doesn't believe anything other than feeling she's made the biggest mistake of her life. After falling back against the door, she slides down to the floor, catching a glimpse of her broken chair on the way down, then sees nothing else after covering her face. Tears fall freely.
She's such a fucking idiot. ]