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She watches him as he walks away, her mouth open to voice a protest that won't push past the tightness in her throat. As his outline disappears, she turns on her heels and stalks back to her room. It's empty, and for once, she's glad Franz isn't there. She flings herself onto her bed, landing face first on her pillow. Her lungs start burning from the lack of oxygen as she waits until the absolute last second possible before turning her head to the side, gasping for air. She sits up and punches her pillow. Why is she so upset? Why? It's not like it was anything big. She doesn't even have the right to be angry.
As she slowly curls into a ball, the wildflowers he had given her flicker into view. She's never really been given flowers before. And while they aren't anything fancy, he gave them to her and that makes them special.
She can't even remember what set her off the second time, and he just kept making it worse. Why can't he ever get upset and yell or something instead of making those faces? She hates those faces. And somewhere inside, it starts to hurt. She doesn't know why, and she can't make it stop. She growls in frustration and throws her pillow. Franz catches it as he walks through the door. She freezes.
"Everything all right?" he asks with that half-smirk as he tosses the pillow back to her. She changes for bed and crawls under the covers.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Normally, he'd ask. But she doesn't seem like her usual self and lets it go. He gets ready for bed and turns the lamp on so that he can read. She turns and faces the wall, not allowing him to see the small trail of tears that have started running down her face. She's able to keep it under control, for the most part, until one quiet sob escapes from her burning throat.
"Akiha."
Franz hears it and looks up from his book. He can see her shoulders shaking and yet, at the same time, he can hear her silently screaming. Stay away. Just leave me alone. He does so and reads until she's passed out for the night.
As she slowly curls into a ball, the wildflowers he had given her flicker into view. She's never really been given flowers before. And while they aren't anything fancy, he gave them to her and that makes them special.
She can't even remember what set her off the second time, and he just kept making it worse. Why can't he ever get upset and yell or something instead of making those faces? She hates those faces. And somewhere inside, it starts to hurt. She doesn't know why, and she can't make it stop. She growls in frustration and throws her pillow. Franz catches it as he walks through the door. She freezes.
"Everything all right?" he asks with that half-smirk as he tosses the pillow back to her. She changes for bed and crawls under the covers.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Normally, he'd ask. But she doesn't seem like her usual self and lets it go. He gets ready for bed and turns the lamp on so that he can read. She turns and faces the wall, not allowing him to see the small trail of tears that have started running down her face. She's able to keep it under control, for the most part, until one quiet sob escapes from her burning throat.
"Akiha."
Franz hears it and looks up from his book. He can see her shoulders shaking and yet, at the same time, he can hear her silently screaming. Stay away. Just leave me alone. He does so and reads until she's passed out for the night.