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Jessica Ushiromiya ([personal profile] snakesdonthavelegs) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2022-05-28 08:53 pm (UTC)

Yeah! Me neither!

[ Through her tears, Jessica smiles as bright as she ever has, aglow at the thought of something truly new arising between them. But Sayo still has more to say. So she'll listen, before gushing, trying to shut down the fantasies already taking root in her mind. She listens.




Oh.

She hadn't even been aware that she was still carrying that hope so close to her heart for all that time, but of course she was, she never stopped loving Sayo and she's not sure that she ever will, she carried that love as she agonized and obsessed and turned everything over again and again, through all of her training and through the fight, through the other side when she realized that she finally found some peace—

Or though that she had. Jessica feels her heart shatter, as her love is denied for a third time. She tries to keep it off her face, to not cry anymore than she has, but of course that doesn't work, because Jessica Ushiromiya is never good at concealing her emotions. Her shoulders shake as more tears well up, the devastation plain on her face. ]


O-Oh! That's wonderful... I'm, so happy... for you.

[ And she is. Because if anybody deserves to fall truly in love, and have that love returned, for that love to bring her happiness instead of sorrow, it's Sayo. And... probably this is better for her. She knows perfectly well that the fractured love they'd shared had been more a source of pain than of joy to Sayo. Is it any wonder that she wants to be with somebody who actually makes her happy?

So for all that time that she saw Sayo in pain and wished she could have helped, for all the times she heard her call herself furniture, for all the love and sympathy she holds for her friend... she rejoices for her.

She feels like she's falling apart, but this isn't about her. She shouldn't just force her unwanted feelings on her again, chain her to the despair and regrets of the past. But she can't stop crying, or feeling ashamed at her weeping. ]


Of course... o-of course I do. What's... her name?

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