Despite her better judgment, she quieted to hear him out. A part of her did want to believe that Bridget really was her friend. Even as he tried to explain, things were still... confusing. He didn't owe her an explanation. He didn't owe her anything. But...
So that bitch had threatened to kill her? He'd shooed her away, brushed her off, but it was all just to keep Kagura from being hurt? Her fists shook angrily at her sides, but she wasn't even sure where to direct the rage that was starting to pulse through her veins.
She wanted to hit something, she wanted to break faces and tear things and scream and yell as loud as she could. But when she looked up at the boy in front of her and saw the tears running down his cheeks, it was gone. And she knew he'd been feeling just as lonely as she had.
"I don't hate you," she said so quietly she hardly heard herself the first time. "I don't hate you," she repeated, only a little stronger. When she faced Bridget, there were tears in her eyes too. "I wanted... I wanted to help you! I would have fought for you! I..." Did he know how awful it felt not to be wanted? "I thought... I thought you didn't like me anymore. I thought... I'd done something wrong. I know... I know I'm not a very good friend, but... but it made me really happy when we spent time together and... even when it was so scary I thought I couldn't move, I thought... it would still be okay if I had friends to face it with me."
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So that bitch had threatened to kill her? He'd shooed her away, brushed her off, but it was all just to keep Kagura from being hurt? Her fists shook angrily at her sides, but she wasn't even sure where to direct the rage that was starting to pulse through her veins.
She wanted to hit something, she wanted to break faces and tear things and scream and yell as loud as she could. But when she looked up at the boy in front of her and saw the tears running down his cheeks, it was gone. And she knew he'd been feeling just as lonely as she had.
"I don't hate you," she said so quietly she hardly heard herself the first time. "I don't hate you," she repeated, only a little stronger. When she faced Bridget, there were tears in her eyes too. "I wanted... I wanted to help you! I would have fought for you! I..." Did he know how awful it felt not to be wanted? "I thought... I thought you didn't like me anymore. I thought... I'd done something wrong. I know... I know I'm not a very good friend, but... but it made me really happy when we spent time together and... even when it was so scary I thought I couldn't move, I thought... it would still be okay if I had friends to face it with me."