It was the right thing to do. It would have happened eventually. But this way, it was his choice. Our choice.

[If she could have clawed out her heart, she would have. But hearing that this boy was always alone, a fool thinking that he could simply bring his friend back...as if he was some sort of pet bird, needing to be caged for its own safety.

His palm feels warm against the softness of her palm. It's warm, and there's something in her chest that twists, and lurches. People kept asking her one thing lately.

'Could I see them again?'

And she had one answer.

'It's possible'.

It wasn't supposed to be possible. Not anymore. She was starting to feel sick and uneasy from the very sense of hope.]

There was no problem in being seen.

[Her voice comes out cold, even harsh. She hadn't realized she had hunched over herself, until she realized how close she was to the water. She straightened, and her eyes continued to stare out at the springs, her expression going blank.]

Accepting what is seen and not trying to change it is far more difficult that you may know.

[Her grip on his hand tightened.]

Particularly when you think that person 'could' be better if they 'just' acted like this, did this. I don't want it.