a finale unfolds {Eiji}

[ĸara вelova★]

She could feel his inner turmoil but knew not what he was thinking, the reasoning behind it. She chose to ignore it and wallow in her own suffering - it was the safest option. She was broken and she couldn't worry about other broken people - she was too preoccupied with how she was going to be fixed. Again she wanted to tell him everything but too fast did the reasons against it return to her.

Here the two of them stood, clutching the other, unable to say anything but the meaningless. Kara could feel nothing and Kara could feel everything, but not a word was spoken to indicate her true pain. She was a self-absorbed animal with preservation instincts so strong that she'd do anything to hurt herself.

Crying was a useless act, Kara knew this, and eventually her blubbering came to a quiet close. Her eyes shut and she took in deep breaths, the scent of him calming and aggravating at the same time. He was all she could touch and see and smell. All she could feel. She wasn't even sure of her own emotions, for all she felt was his suffering. Her hands dropped from his back and she slumped back toward the island until her fingers found purchase with the edge of it, and carefully she extracted herself from his embrace.

"You shouldn't feel like that. Not for me," she told him, voice hoarse. She couldn't look at him; she was ashamed for her behaviour and the emotions she'd pulled from him. Eiji should never feel the way he did right now - it was unnatural and wrong. She missed his cocky smirk and knowing eyes. This pain was becoming unbearable and all she wanted to do was make him numb to it all, though not at the price of losing him.

[Eiji Almasy.]

He felt terrible, but that was no surprise. They were becoming haphazard at best, and completely alien at worst; to each other, to their situation that he couldn't even begin to understand in the first place. But that wasn't exactly the truth; to admit the truth would be hurtful, to her, and perhaps confronting, for him, so he decided to pretend that it wasn't there at their heels. There was life again when she moved away from him, and he thrummed like something vital of his had been returned to him. At her words, irony curved his mouth, because he would have to say the exact same words to her one day soon.

He fell back a step, his feet dancing stationary and he was in gait again; fingers itching and a quirk tugging at his lips. It was his eyes alone that refused to act along, but even he couldn't seem to force them to shine unnaturally.
"It's nothing," he said, becoming nonchalant; running, or was it stopping all together. He felt a pressure, to scream or to embark on something that hurt as much as what he had caused, until he could begin to feel true regret and apology. His quirk grew stronger until it was closer to a grin than a grimace, and he heard himself say; you're worthless, because what she thought he felt was nothing near the reality of what he did feel.

For her was an intensity that was different to another. He felt as much as he did because he wished that he had never started anything in the first place. She was just a girl; the saying ran through his head again, and the fact that he had taken her, had used her, because he had! Because he had used her out of his own self pity, to attempt to fill in every gap and niche that he had gauged himself. Instead of following course and becoming dependent, he rather thought that it had turned on her instead. What was to happen when she needed him more than he needed her? Well, he'd done as he knew he would and had set the stage and cocked it; it wouldn't be anymore longer until everything they'd worked for would be torn from her.

"I'm going to shower," he announced suddenly, a look of perplexity crossing his face before he bore a gaze into her; "I've got to meet a friend."
Fuck. He looked away and made the most effort in not looking down and wallowing; I hate you, he thought, and saw himself.
"You can stay," he suggested, "I can take you back to the school after, or now if you want;" every word out of his mouth not his, but was wearing his voice anyway.