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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sitting on his scooter out in the parking lot of the building that he knows is alyssa's last class of the day, elbows braced against the handles as he waits. only checks the clock of his cellphone once when the stream of people appear, signaling the end of the hour. thinks about texting her, but manages to refrain, quietly waiting for a certain princess to appear. ]

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[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ steps as close as he can to the bars. ]

. . . Please. Look at me. Tell me-- tell me why. What am I doing wrong?

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[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ side-glances for a split second but doesn't keep her eyes on him for too long. ]

You're not doing anything wrong. I am.

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ sniffs once, bowing her head a bit to try and hide her face. ]

... don't make this any harder than it already is. Please.

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[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ any further pleading words die at the sound of her sniffling, making him lower his gaze & hang his head with hands curled into fists. ]

I'm sorry.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ turns away to the side while his eyes remain glued to the floor. his next words make him hesitate, but in the end decides that it may be better for both of them if he's the one to speak them. ]

. . . Get home safely.

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't pause to think about it, giving a short nod in confirmation even if he can't see it. only says a very brief "'kay" to signal her acknowledgment, turning away from him to begin her slow walk towards the exit. emits another small sniff, then a larger one, hand reaching up to cover her mouth and nose to try and muffle the sound as she finally disappears out the doors without another word. ]

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ feels his knees shake a little when he hears that door close, making him take a step backward so that his back hits the wall to make him slide down til his rear hits the ground. is deaf to any jabbing words from the other member of the cell, far too distracted in his own confusion (shock, guilt, hurt) to pay it any heed. draws up a knee to press his forehead against it while wrapping both arms around his head in a self-protecting manner as he tries to even his breathing. the tears come unbidden when he remembers her face, her words, the slight shake in her voice, making his chest ache.

falls into a short half-sleep after that in complete silence save for his patterned inhale-exhale, entirely ignorant & severed from his sense of time until the guards knock on the bars to tell him to get out many hours later. ]