[Silence stretches between them with only the gentle waves crashing onto them to fill the silent void. That was the most he's ever admitted his feelings to Monika. After those words came out of his mouth, regret starts to creep into his being. His nails sink into the synthetic flesh, as he thinks about running away. To hide somewhere he couldn't ever be found until he was gone from this place for good. But his legs wouldn't move.
After Monika made it clear to him that he was unwanted, the desire to want her isn't as strong as before. He's accepted he likely doesn't have a chance with her anymore... Why bother pursuing something he knows he won't get? That is, until he senses the needs coming from her. Another surprise flits across his face when she grips tightly on his hand. After everything, does she still--
He's speechless. Eyes wide in surprise as he flicks them back and forth between her hand and her face. Isn't this terrible? They both recognized that it would be terrible for her, and that they shouldn't be back together. They both admitted that they can't control themselves in each other's presence. If anyone here who should have better self control, it should be him! But...
Could... Could he have more? He should be satisfied with just her hand holding his, just like before, and their legs touching.
Yet, he wants more.
He wants to lean against her shoulder, to rest his head on her. But wouldn't that be too much? Regardless of the consequences, he gently tugs her hand, wordlessly asking for her to come closer. Before he even realizes it, he shifts on the sand and moves closer towards Monika, but doesn't quite fully commit just yet. Still hesitant. Their shoulders are mere inches away from touching.]
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After Monika made it clear to him that he was unwanted, the desire to want her isn't as strong as before. He's accepted he likely doesn't have a chance with her anymore... Why bother pursuing something he knows he won't get? That is, until he senses the needs coming from her. Another surprise flits across his face when she grips tightly on his hand. After everything, does she still--
He's speechless. Eyes wide in surprise as he flicks them back and forth between her hand and her face. Isn't this terrible? They both recognized that it would be terrible for her, and that they shouldn't be back together. They both admitted that they can't control themselves in each other's presence. If anyone here who should have better self control, it should be him! But...
Could... Could he have more? He should be satisfied with just her hand holding his, just like before, and their legs touching.
Yet, he wants more.
He wants to lean against her shoulder, to rest his head on her. But wouldn't that be too much? Regardless of the consequences, he gently tugs her hand, wordlessly asking for her to come closer. Before he even realizes it, he shifts on the sand and moves closer towards Monika, but doesn't quite fully commit just yet. Still hesitant. Their shoulders are mere inches away from touching.]