[ Shadowheart takes a long moment to respond, again; half-considers putting her phone down until she feels capable of properly having this conversation (even though she'd broached it), or responding with something detached, a little mean. What's there to forgive? None of it meant anything, anyway.
But she doesn't have it in her. Gale has been her friend here, has seen her tears and hasn't abandoned her for them. It would be easier to push him away, but--where has that gotten her? Nothing but an empty path through the Shadowfell. ]
You were a good boyfriend. For what it's worth.
And the first one I can remember.
[ If her feelings for the other people she was with in that life are stranger to disentangle, Gale is uncomplicated, in a way. She doesn't have to explain to him that she doesn't have her own memories to return to, like everyone else does. That that mirror of her was more whole than she'll ever be. ]
Somehow I don't think we were encouraged to hold hands between classes at the Cloister.
So--thank you. I don't mind that it was you. Or him.
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But she doesn't have it in her. Gale has been her friend here, has seen her tears and hasn't abandoned her for them. It would be easier to push him away, but--where has that gotten her? Nothing but an empty path through the Shadowfell. ]
You were a good boyfriend. For what it's worth.
And the first one I can remember.
[ If her feelings for the other people she was with in that life are stranger to disentangle, Gale is uncomplicated, in a way. She doesn't have to explain to him that she doesn't have her own memories to return to, like everyone else does. That that mirror of her was more whole than she'll ever be. ]
Somehow I don't think we were encouraged to hold hands between classes at the Cloister.
So--thank you. I don't mind that it was you. Or him.