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 Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 5:24 pm
She never meant to play a game, she just got sick of hiding and the only way she felt like she could resolve it was to hide. She did not know what was happening, the next thing she knew he was kissing him again but this time it did not feel the same. She knew he did not love her, she did not even know why she said it. It was not that she did not mean it, it was just.. she never thought it would come out. She did not know he knew it was her, at the time she had all the intention to never see him again. Now what had happened?
She knew he did not love her and she knew the chances that he ever would were near by impossible. Even if he did, there was nothing she could do about it. It was a nice thought, her and Bataar. Yet it was not practical, Sara did not cry, instead she made herself as hard as she could, it was the only way she could save the friendship they had. So she kissed him like she always did, ran over fingers through his hair smiled. She said she was not a good actress, but now she could have to do her best.
"I am sorry, I am slightly drunk and I wanted to hurt you. Just forget about it." She shook her head and stepped back a little, forcing the most convincing smile she could on her face. She did not cry, she was determined never to cry infront of him ever again.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 5:35 pm
Something was wrong, and this time Bataar didn't have the confidence that it was going to right itself automatically. It was something else. A sense of hopelessness that he'd never felt come from Sarangerel before now. It made him miserable. All the same, he couldn't claim to love her. He had feelings, yes, but love was another thing entirely. It was something that he'd learned was not to be given out lightly. He'd damaged people considerably when it came to emotions and he dreaded doing the same here.
He was, in short, unprepared. "Yeah. You'd better get some sleep." he sighed, glancing at the estate before them. He would have to be going now, he knew. There was no use in trying to untangle this particular knot right now. It was going to take more time than that to mull these things over and he was willing to wait. Age had taught him patience, more than anything. He didn't wish to figure anything out too quickly, after all. That might be ruinous.
"I'll be going now." Bataar intoned softly, turning on his heel to begin walking away. They were both going to need some time to think things over, he figured. Sara would need to figure out if she'd really meant what she'd said, or if she meant to pursue some sort of reciprocation from himself. They were on two different sides: the odds were going to be stacked against them. There was nothing to be optimistic about. If Sara thought it over she'd probably have that realization, too.
That was why the best idea was just to walk away.
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