[ She says he doesn't have to be okay. But...he always had to be. No matter what was thrown at him, he always had to keep going. To hold it together and make the best of any given situation. No matter how shitty it was.
And he did. He fucking did, even when his entire world was crumbling all around him. None of it was fair, not a damn bit of it - which is part of the reason why he got so angry.
Now, though - now, he just feels heartsick. Because he doesn't want to fight with Angeal, doesn't want to be angry or yelling or feeling like he's right back in Aerith's church with all the weight of his loss and grief.
All he's done is make things worse, and he doesn't know how to fix it.
He closes his eyes, leans into her a little, and lets out a soft breath he didn't realize he was holding. ]
...I didn't try my best. I just...blew up. And now, it's - everything's all messed up.
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And he did. He fucking did, even when his entire world was crumbling all around him. None of it was fair, not a damn bit of it - which is part of the reason why he got so angry.
Now, though - now, he just feels heartsick. Because he doesn't want to fight with Angeal, doesn't want to be angry or yelling or feeling like he's right back in Aerith's church with all the weight of his loss and grief.
All he's done is make things worse, and he doesn't know how to fix it.
He closes his eyes, leans into her a little, and lets out a soft breath he didn't realize he was holding. ]
...I didn't try my best. I just...blew up. And now, it's - everything's all messed up.