[Sayo had known that, at the very least, this would be awkward. Any conversation about seeing other people when the last time you saw each other you made out no less than two times was bound to be painful ground to tread. But she hadn't expected Jessica to shatter.
It's strange, being on the other side of the mirror for this moment. Sayo has seen this exact expression on her own face countless times in shards of silvery glass; too much love to bear and no one to share the burden with, the weight dragging her beneath the earth and to the grave. She almost reflexively says, "I'm sorry," but bites her tongue before the words escape her mouth.
Sayo would never, ever apologize for the love she and Himiko shared. She had sworn that to herself at the start.
But she can't plow on either, ignoring Jessica's pain just as Jessica had ignored hers so many times before.]
Himiko Toga. She's... wonderful. [Jessica knows by now that the most precious way for Sayo to sing someone's praises is to waste as few words as possible. That single sentence contains just as much, if not more, tenderness as all the poems that she recited about Jessica's unbearable radiance.]
Jessica. Please, look at me. [Grasping Jessica's hand with both of her own, Sayo offers her a warm smile. It's clear just from looking at her that her love for Jessica hasn't diminished either—it's just taken on a different, gentler flavor, one devoid of romantic obsession or the pain that was always between them.] When we last met, you told me to live, no matter what. And I did my best to keep the promise I made then. I decided to finally write my story into the future, rather than lingering on the past, spiraling in all of the pain and regret I'd found. It was... painful, moving on. I can admit that. But it's because I tried to live in the present rather than keep on pricking myself with the thorns of my love in the past that I was able to, well, feel like a human being again.
So I'm going to ask you to do the same. Please, for my sake... live. Don't let yourself become a ghost, haunting what we could've had, once upon a time.
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It's strange, being on the other side of the mirror for this moment. Sayo has seen this exact expression on her own face countless times in shards of silvery glass; too much love to bear and no one to share the burden with, the weight dragging her beneath the earth and to the grave. She almost reflexively says, "I'm sorry," but bites her tongue before the words escape her mouth.
Sayo would never, ever apologize for the love she and Himiko shared. She had sworn that to herself at the start.
But she can't plow on either, ignoring Jessica's pain just as Jessica had ignored hers so many times before.]
Himiko Toga. She's... wonderful. [Jessica knows by now that the most precious way for Sayo to sing someone's praises is to waste as few words as possible. That single sentence contains just as much, if not more, tenderness as all the poems that she recited about Jessica's unbearable radiance.]
Jessica. Please, look at me. [Grasping Jessica's hand with both of her own, Sayo offers her a warm smile. It's clear just from looking at her that her love for Jessica hasn't diminished either—it's just taken on a different, gentler flavor, one devoid of romantic obsession or the pain that was always between them.] When we last met, you told me to live, no matter what. And I did my best to keep the promise I made then. I decided to finally write my story into the future, rather than lingering on the past, spiraling in all of the pain and regret I'd found. It was... painful, moving on. I can admit that. But it's because I tried to live in the present rather than keep on pricking myself with the thorns of my love in the past that I was able to, well, feel like a human being again.
So I'm going to ask you to do the same. Please, for my sake... live. Don't let yourself become a ghost, haunting what we could've had, once upon a time.
I, of all people, know how agonizing that can be.