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 Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 9:48 pm
Eva wasn’t sure how long she had been crying for, her loud sobs having reduced to quiet weeping, and then to hiccuping sniffles as it gradually toned down. She hadn't moved this whole time, her head propped limply against her door as continued sitting on the ground. Her expression was blank, but a noise that may have been a weak, disgusted laugh escaped her lips.
She was really pathetic, huh? Sitting here crying and feeling sorry for herself...
You're not weak, Chara protested, her voice finally reaching her through all the negativity now that Eva had calmed down some, You're just hurt, is all. There's no reason you should feel ashamed or upset tha--
"Chara?" The woman piped up suddenly, her voice gruff and cracked.
Yes?
"Can you just leave me alone for a while?"
The weapon fell silent. Although the gorgon did not reply--or speak at all--after the request, Eva could clearly sense that her partner was deeply hurt. She had just been trying to help, after all.
Although she was hit by a pang of guilt--a little more to add to the pile, she thought bitterly--the woman made no move to apologize. In fact, she let out a tight laugh, lowering her head and grasping her hair in trembling fists. First Otto, and now Chara--she was getting pretty good at this hurting people thing, wasn't she? A small part of her mind felt like she was being completely melodramatic, but the majority did not care, too caught up in her grief.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 1:05 pm
He’d heard the loud sobs echoing through her door the first time. Every once in a while he did that—checking up on his friends, knocking on the doors to see how they were. It was never every day, but sometimes Wilson would think of Ryan or Dakota, Kat or Eva or Saya, and he would pass by their room for idle chatter. It comforted the man to know his loved ones were still okay and to be updated on their daily lives. They were his anchor, tethering him to reality when the storm proved tiring and sometimes he wanted to disappear beneath the waves forever. It was comforting to know they were okay even when he wasn’t, and if they weren’t he was happy to put on a smile for them both.
He’d hovered outside her door for a while, hands curled into a fist and ready to knock his knuckles against the wood, but he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt her crying. He knew that sometimes it was best to let the tears fall first. So he’d left.
And now Wilson Hopkins had come back when the sobbing ceased, when there was only thick silence hiding behind Eva’s door. Wilson Hopkins had come back to knock on his cousin’s door, to call her name gently and carefully. He turned the knob slowly in case she wanted to tell him to leave. He walked in to see his cousin sprawled on the floor with stains snaking down her face. His expression was calm, soft, gentle as he knelt down to cup her cheek. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 4:02 pm
Her head snapped up at the familiar, gentle voice that called her through the door. Despite the fact that she had only just managed to plug the flood of tears, the woman found her vision blurring again, emitting a small noise from the back of her throat. Although she knew Wilson would respect it if she were to ask him to leave, Eva found herself clamping down hard on her bottom lip at the thought. She had already pushed Otto and Chara away--she couldn't do that Wilson too.
And so she let the door creak open, ducking her head down to avoid the light that came streaming in from the hallway. It wasn't until her cousin crouched down in front of her did she finally look at him, her lip trembling at the sight of his familiar face.
There was that rush of guilt again. She hadn't seen Wilson for a long time either--she had essentially been avoiding everyone, after all--and yet here he was, as caring and concerned as ever. He was a good friend, always there for the people who needed him.
And in contrast, where had she been? Had she ever been there for him? What if he had needed support just a few days ago, and she had been in here, locking herself away from everyone else for her own, selfish reasons?
"I'm so stupid" Eva whispered, reaching forward to wrap her arms around her cousin's neck. She buried her face in his shoulder, a small whimper escaping her lips as her voice grew muffled against his shirt, "All this time, I've been hurting Otto without knowing it. Just--how insensitive am I to have never realized it? And now he hates me, and I hate me, and--" She cut herself off abruptly. When she spoke again, her voice shook, fingers grasping more tightly at the back of the man's shirt.
"I...I know I've been a bad friend to you too," She whimpered, her voice laced with desperation, "I know I haven't been around, and I haven't talked to you a lot lately...but please, please tell me what I have to do to be a better friend to you. Just...please don't hate me too, Wilson."
Her voice cracked on his name, her shoulders quaking as her cheeks grew damp with fresh tears.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 8:50 pm
His expression shifted slightly—brows furrowing just so, lips parting a bit, his head tilting to the side as she wrapped her thin arms around his neck. He felt his heart constrict because he couldn’t bear to see her sadness. It was one thing to deal with his own because he felt like he’d worn it on his shoulders for too many years. Every day there seemed to be constant reminders of his failings, shortcomings, regrets, and all he could do was deposit them into a jar like some twisted piggy bank, but to break the bank would mean to come completely undone. No matter how much he wanted to fall to pieces, he stubbornly tied himself together, if only so he could hold Eva together. He held her tightly, arms wrapping around her as if she crumble away if he didn’t grasp her enough. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay…” He murmured again and again, his hand running up and down soothingly down her back, like a mother to a child.
“You’re not stupid,” he whispered into her ear, one hand now cradling her head, letting the other hunter cry into the crook of his neck if she wanted. “You’re beautiful and smart, and Otto knows it. That’s why you two got together in the first place.” The man paused, knowing he couldn’t feed her false reassurances. “I don’t know if you’ll get back together, but I certainly don’t think you’ve been insensitive. Some things you can never see unless you know to look for it, and some things are just unexpected—like life throwing a curve ball at you just to see what you’ll do, and you need to stay strong.”
He laughed breathlessly, almost dismayed as his heart cracked. “You’re not a bad friend at all, Eva. You’ve been a great friend. Friendship isn’t defined by how many times you talk to each other on a regular basis. Friendship is so much more than that, and you’re so much more than that to me. You’re family.” He stopped, his throat constricting. Wilson took a moment to swallow slowly. “You’re the only thing left, and the only thing you need to do for me is to stay alive and happy.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:01 am
Her whole body shook as she struggled to bite back her sobs, face buried in the crook of his neck as her tears inevitably soaked through the collar of his shirt. She tried to speak, but found that the only thing that came out of her mouth whenever she opened it was a series of shuddering gasps, choking any and all words that she tried to utter.
Perhaps it was for the best, as she would have undoubtedly been protesting otherwise. Her heart clenched at his words, because rather than reaffirming the negativity that she was feeling, he was telling her that she was the exact opposite--that she was all of these wonderful things that she simply couldn't bring herself to believe right now. Without lifting her face, she shook her head quickly, indicating that she didn't agree.
"It's not...it's not even the fact that we...broke up," She managed to choke out, her voice pitching, "I hurt him, and that's what makes it so bad. I can't--I can't even...look at him, or talk to him, or...or..." How was she ever going to face him again? Even looking beyond the whole couple thing...could they even become friends again, or had they--she--just inevitably ruined their own relationship in one fell strike? She didn't deserve to--
--Eva's thoughts fell silent then, and she swallowed hard at the lump in her throat. Her sudden quiet was not only because it was starting to become hard for her to breathe between her crying and her speaking, but also because the man's next few words had completely stunned her. Heart aching, she felt a sudden rush of gratitude and affection joining the heavy feeling of grief in her chest. As always, she found herself amazed at how incessantly kind--how selfless--this man could be.
And though she never actually said it aloud, he honestly meant more to her than she could possibly ever describe in words. He was the only family that she had here, a cousin who was more like a precious brother to her than anything else. His happiness was all that she really wanted, and apparently the opposite was true as well.
Her voice dropped to a raspy whisper, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "...I hate it," She confessed, "I hate...I hate feeling so down...so sorry for myself, but at the same time I just..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:01 pm
Making small talk was easy; it came naturally to him, but there were times when it was better to stay silent. His mouth formed a tight line as he felt her tears soak his shirt. It only made him hug her even tighter than before, but he was careful not to squeeze her too tight. He felt her shift, shaking her head as she managed to answer. Wilson sighed softly, placing his chin atop her head while one hand petted her head and the other continued to rub her back comfortingly. “I know. I know,” he said quietly, his voice washed away by her stammered words.
Incoherent thoughts and images flashed through his head then. A hand pressing against the cool glass of her pod and tracing the outline of her face. The fury in Elliot’s glare when they had met face-to-face again after so long, such a short-lived reunion that ended in pain and disappointment and betrayal. And even now the sentiment implanted from that day still haunted his heart. You failed, Wilson. You could’ve done better. Look at what you gave up. The blame is on you. “We all make mistakes, and that’s okay. No one ever said relationships had to be perfect. Both of you will grow from this, and when it’s over—when you cross the chasm to the other side—you’ll be stronger, you’ll know better. That’s all we can ever ask for.”
Isn’t that how people were designed? Weren’t they designed to support one another? No one could make it through life completely alone, so isn’t that why people helped each other when times were tough? When someone was down, someone else would be there to grab their hand and pull them to their feet, and when both of them were hurting, they supported each other. He couldn’t call himself selfless. He could only call himself a broken person helping another broken person because that’s what people did. They were soldiers and family in it together for the rest of their lives. They had to stick together. This was duty.
“We all feel like that sometimes. It’s okay.” He loosened his hold enough to cup her cheeks, wiping away any leftover tears with his thumb. Wilson smiled gently, warmly. “I’m not telling you to get over it now because these kinds of things have to run their course. I’m telling you to work on it bit-by-bit and to understand things will get better someday.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 1:09 am
Her grip on his neck loosened as she felt him shift, letting him draw back slightly as his hands moved up to her face. For a moment, she almost felt like she was a child again, curled up in her father's lap after crying about something or the other. The way he wiped away her stray tears was reminded her of how her dad would do the very same thing, his expression always warm as he gently soothed her and promised that everything would be alright.
And it always was.
Eva felt herself relax, her weeping subsiding to sniffles and quiet hiccups. He was right. Even if she wanted to, there was no way she'd be able to get over this in a single day. It would take time, and some serious thinking on her part as well. A lot of the things Otto said had struck her deep, but they had been his honest feelings. They hurt--and she knew they'd hurt for a long, long time--but maybe...maybe there was something to be learned from them as well. Maybe it was time to make...a few changes?
She lifted her eyes to meet Wilson's, certain that she must have looked like a rumpled, puffy-eyed mess right now. Certainly a far cry from the energetic and bright-eyed thing that she usually was. Taking a breath, she opened her mouth--
--and the only thing that came out was a quiet and hiccupy, "...I-'m sorry I r...ruined your shirt." This was followed by her dabbing at the giant wet spot with her sleeve. After a few moments of this most ineffective attempt at undoing her damage, her voice dropped down to a whisper.
"Thank you, Wilson."
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 1:04 pm
His soft smile never let up as her crying quieted. “There, there,” he repeated, pulling away a lock of hair that had fallen onto her face. “It’ll be okay. It’s okay.” His hands still held her face as she apologized. Her apology only made him laugh as he gently pinched her cheeks. “A ruined shirt is nothing if it means you’re happy. I can always wash it.” Wilson leaned forward to kiss her forehead before he slipped a hand into hers and rose up, urging Eva to stand to her feet.
“I don’t know what you two argued about, and you don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready to, but I know that some time apart to reflect on it will be good for the both of you. Give it a few more days until you guys are ready to sit down and talk it out. You can decide everything then,” he assured her. “But for now, let’s get you to the restroom to wash your face. You could use a little cleaning up.”Kaiyumi Sorry it's a bit short lol a;skfda
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 11:18 am
Eva seemed a little resistant to standing up at first, but then she eventually relaxed, using Wilson’s hand as support to slowly pull herself up on her feet. Wobbling unstably, a grimace crossed her face at the uncomfortable prickling feeling in her legs. Now that she thought have it, she had no idea how long she had been just…sitting there and wallowing in her misery. Gods knew that had Wilson not arrived to pull her out, she probably would have just huddled there for another good few hours Setting her head on his shoulder, she gave her cousin’s hand a gentle squeeze.
”It was my fault,”.She answered automatically, her voice hoarse. Clearing her throat, she tried to clarify herself by adding, ”The fight, I mean. Otto’s been nothing but a good boyfriend, but as for me…”
Trailing off, she shook her head, lifting her free hand to rub at her eyes. Despite herself, she managed to let out a croaked laugh, looking faintly ashamed as she lowered her head, ”Yeah…I’d like to get cleaned up a little. I don’t need to look in a mirror to know that I probably look like a train wreck.” Puffy eyes for sure—she could feel those—but she had a feeling that her complexion was probably pretty blotchy and her face was tear-streaked as well. Not very attractive, to say the least.Syusaki PFF DON'T APOLOGIZE LASDFAKJsdfjkasdf /drapes over <33
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 2:06 pm
She didn’t stand at first, but Wilson was patient. He kept a firm grip on her hand, never letting go until Eva finally managed to rise to her feet. The death hunter smiled, pleased. He tilted his head as if to ask “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Eva squeezed his hand, and his free hand reached up to pat the back of her head.
“Does it really matter whose fault it is?” he wondered aloud, gentle and quiet. “I think you guys had different expectations out of the relationship, and that’s okay as long as you two settle them. Whatever happens after, you two should decide together.” It was hard to take sides when Wilson knew both parties so well. Both of them were good people. It was only a matter of conflicting ideas and personalities.
Smiling, he ruffled the younger girl’s hair. “You look just a bit worse than a train wreck,” Wilson corrected, pulling her out of the room. “Let’s go. Then afterwards we can go to the cafeteria and find something to eat.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 12:13 pm
”Worse than a train wreck then,” She amended, the corner of her lips quirking upwards ever so slightly before it abruptly faded again. Nodding, she obediently followed him out, and was about to comment on finding food when she was suddenly caught off guard by the harsh light of the hallway hit her eyes. After curling up for so long in a dark room, the brightness was nearly blinding for the girl. Dropping her head, she blinked slowly in an attempt to let her eyes adjust, a small sigh escaping her lips. ”I’m not even all that hungry right now though…”Syusaki All the short posts, Syu :'DD All of them
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