Sakura's body recoiled involuntarily at the sharp lash of his tongue, as though someone had taken a flail and slashed it against her flank. The sting of it left her lost for words. Was she just prodding at him for her own amusement? Had she become so selfish, so wrapped up in her own self-happiness, that she didn't care about others anymore?
The entire conversation replayed through her mind. It had been going so well at first, until she had made it personal. He had seemed curious, asking for her name, tolerating her, at the very least. But now he wanted her gone. Well, she supposed, if it was the other way around she'd have wanted herself gone too. She just had to start going through his matters, trying to fix him when she didn't even know what was wrong, if anything was wrong. Maybe what he was telling her was right, maybe he just preferred solitude because he was so naturally inclined. Did people like that exist? She supposed that they might.
The initial shock passed as her muscles sank into a slump, the life and spirit seeming to go out of her. How could she be so stupid, so selfish? She wanted to help people, she'd always been good at that. Surely she hadn't lost her touch now that she'd managed to fix herself? Even her tail, normally gesturing all over the place, dropped to hang limply in the dirt.
Doubts threaded through her, lacing each thought with a toxic edge. She might be self-satisfied now, but she was still an absolute emotional wreck. Idiot. She'd ruined his day, her day. How many other days would she ruin? What right did she have to do this to him? She tried to swallow past the sudden tightness in her throat.
"I-I'm sorry." There was nothing more she could say.
Reply
