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his smile is perfect
beautiful
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inhale, exhale
inhale, exhale
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i'll tell him today
i have to ("Sora? I need to talk to you.")
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his eyes are worried
and i hate to be the one to do this
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hate it completely
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he waits and waits
waiting for an answer ("What is it? I swear. if that idiot Seifer-")
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i intervene quickly before his anger rises
("It's not him.")
he calms down
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inhale, exhale
inhale, exhale
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it's okay
it's alright
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everything will be fine
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my hands shake
he's staring at me with those wide, curious eyes of his
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i'm sorry
so very sorry
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("I...")
inhale, exhale
inhale, exhale
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("You and me - we were never supposed to happen.")
there's a silence
his expression is just too much for me to take so i turn away
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("How could you say that?")
how could i?
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('It's not me you want; it's her .")
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Some things are better left unsaid.
:.:x:.: