( Though, he supposes Ayaka regrets her perpetuated existence, it's painful to hear her speak of it as such.
Ayaka might not really like even the gesture of touch, but he can't really help it - his hand lifts, fingers curled, toward her face, and though he makes no contact, there's a warm breeze that brushes by her cheek - as if to dry her tears. )
Is talking about it worse than not?
( It feels like talking about herself always makes her so sad... )
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... Don't be sorry. It's your life.
( Though, he supposes Ayaka regrets her perpetuated existence, it's painful to hear her speak of it as such.
Ayaka might not really like even the gesture of touch, but he can't really help it - his hand lifts, fingers curled, toward her face, and though he makes no contact, there's a warm breeze that brushes by her cheek - as if to dry her tears. )
Is talking about it worse than not?
( It feels like talking about herself always makes her so sad... )