[ She hesitates, uncertain on whether or not she should continue. She has his attention, so now would be the optimal time to tell him, but...she's just so nervous. Seeing him look at her with that innocent gaze breaks her resolve, and she can't bring herself to look at him if she's truly going to go through with it. That's why she shifts her gaze, looking down at her notebook instead, pretending that she's found something interesting worth reading just so she doesn't have to look at him while she confesses. It's rude, she knows, but...she simply can't bear seeing his response if he didn't feel the same. ]
I...have something I wish to confess to you. I am afraid I haven't been entirely honest with you, and because you...are so dear to me, I wish to rectify that. Therefore, März, I wanted to tell you that I...
[ What should she say? Like? No, he'd only misconstrue her words, and it would be understating the extent of her feelings for him. Love? Well, she did love him; she could honestly say her heart belonged to him and no other, but that would be coming off strong, wouldn't it? Ugh, how frustrating! What should she say...?!
...Well, actions spoke louder than words, did it not? Therefore, without even taking the time to register what she was doing, she rises up, leans over the table just enough to reach him, and...brushes her lips gently against his. ]
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[ She hesitates, uncertain on whether or not she should continue. She has his attention, so now would be the optimal time to tell him, but...she's just so nervous. Seeing him look at her with that innocent gaze breaks her resolve, and she can't bring herself to look at him if she's truly going to go through with it. That's why she shifts her gaze, looking down at her notebook instead, pretending that she's found something interesting worth reading just so she doesn't have to look at him while she confesses. It's rude, she knows, but...she simply can't bear seeing his response if he didn't feel the same. ]
I...have something I wish to confess to you. I am afraid I haven't been entirely honest with you, and because you...are so dear to me, I wish to rectify that. Therefore, März, I wanted to tell you that I...
[ What should she say? Like? No, he'd only misconstrue her words, and it would be understating the extent of her feelings for him. Love? Well, she did love him; she could honestly say her heart belonged to him and no other, but that would be coming off strong, wouldn't it? Ugh, how frustrating! What should she say...?!
...Well, actions spoke louder than words, did it not? Therefore, without even taking the time to register what she was doing, she rises up, leans over the table just enough to reach him, and...brushes her lips gently against his. ]