Good. [ To friendship. To happiness. ] When we get older, we'll buy an apartment in the countryside. I'd figure out a way to study remotely, or catch a train into Tokyo. After I graduate college, I'll make sure to avoid becoming too famous, so we can have privacy. Word travels fast, especially in small communities. I don't need people bugging me for autographs when I walk down the street.
[ This doesn't sound so much like a simple game of house anymore. But she doesn't stop talking. ]
We'd have a cat. And a dog, like you wanted. I'd pretend not to like it but secretly think it's cute. We could do all the other things on your list too.
[ Abruptly, she laughs. Her face is hot with embarrassment again, but it feels less shameful than before. ]
Sorry. I just realized how ridiculous that all sounded. Sometimes I say things without thinking about them first. [ Sometimes. ] Just, um, forget it. As long as you're happy, the rest doesn't matter.
[ She’s grateful they’re not facing one another. somehow Asa has picked out the things from her list that she’s too skittish to share— when the world knows what you want it’s all the more eager to keep you from having it.
The whole thing is a pipe dream. They both know that. And Reze for all her ignorance on what constitutes normal friendship knows that all of this is more impassioned a wish than it probably should be for two people who don’t know each other well. But it doesn’t bother her, it’s nice to play pretend, it’s nice to be wanted enough to fit into someone’s future even if that future will never come to pass (and even if it only involves her because she was the first person available to fill this gap). ]
You know.. you’re kind of smooth when you wanna’ be.
[ A yawn punctuates her sentence. When she closes her eyes her smile persists. She doesn’t let go either. ]
[ Asa smiles, too. The type of smile that sneaks up on you and makes the whole room warmer before you notice. Smooth, huh... It's not like she really cares, since her and Reze aren't like that, and being smooth isn't a girl's job anyway, but a compliment is a compliment. ]
That's a cute name. [ She'll remember it, even when she forgets (pretends to forget) the rest of what she said today. When she realizes she put more thought into planning a life with Reze than a life without her. When did she stop dreaming of a good future? Before or after her mother died? Before or after she died? ] Goodnight, Reze.
[ The last thing she does before closing her eyes is snuggle back into her a little. Any embarrassment can wait until morning. ]
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[ This doesn't sound so much like a simple game of house anymore. But she doesn't stop talking. ]
We'd have a cat. And a dog, like you wanted. I'd pretend not to like it but secretly think it's cute. We could do all the other things on your list too.
[ Abruptly, she laughs. Her face is hot with embarrassment again, but it feels less shameful than before. ]
Sorry. I just realized how ridiculous that all sounded. Sometimes I say things without thinking about them first. [ Sometimes. ] Just, um, forget it. As long as you're happy, the rest doesn't matter.
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The whole thing is a pipe dream. They both know that. And Reze for all her ignorance on what constitutes normal friendship knows that all of this is more impassioned a wish than it probably should be for two people who don’t know each other well. But it doesn’t bother her, it’s nice to play pretend, it’s nice to be wanted enough to fit into someone’s future even if that future will never come to pass (and even if it only involves her because she was the first person available to fill this gap). ]
You know.. you’re kind of smooth when you wanna’ be.
[ A yawn punctuates her sentence. When she closes her eyes her smile persists. She doesn’t let go either. ]
I’d name him Sasha.
[ the dog, she means. ]
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That's a cute name. [ She'll remember it, even when she forgets (pretends to forget) the rest of what she said today. When she realizes she put more thought into planning a life with Reze than a life without her. When did she stop dreaming of a good future? Before or after her mother died? Before or after she died? ] Goodnight, Reze.
[ The last thing she does before closing her eyes is snuggle back into her a little. Any embarrassment can wait until morning. ]