[He hasn't proved himself uncute or uncharming in Clara's eyes. Admittedly, her suit's activation was making her more inclined to ignore the dorky aspect to it. She didn't need to be cynical about people who were cheery or sociable. She could simply envy and enjoy the warmth it provided.]
The person I was trying for, [she pauses, trying to find the right word for what happened. "We broke up," is too polite a way to put it, it leans too heavily on the idea they were ever equal. "He abandoned me," is something that invites a follow-up question she wasn't ready to answer.]
He wasn't worth it. [She settles on that. No amount of being pretty would keep his eyes focused on her. No amount of loyalty or emptying her head would win his favor. If only stopping her feelings for him were as simple as stopping applying make-up.]
I'd like blue, [Clara follows up quickly, not allowing any dead air for him to ask.]
I'd like to match your eyes. [Clear blue, like how the sky must look during the middle of the day, something she only saw in the simulations of the resort now.]
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The person I was trying for, [she pauses, trying to find the right word for what happened. "We broke up," is too polite a way to put it, it leans too heavily on the idea they were ever equal. "He abandoned me," is something that invites a follow-up question she wasn't ready to answer.]
He wasn't worth it. [She settles on that. No amount of being pretty would keep his eyes focused on her. No amount of loyalty or emptying her head would win his favor. If only stopping her feelings for him were as simple as stopping applying make-up.]
I'd like blue, [Clara follows up quickly, not allowing any dead air for him to ask.]
I'd like to match your eyes. [Clear blue, like how the sky must look during the middle of the day, something she only saw in the simulations of the resort now.]