hearing how small his voice was , nothing like the usual cheery 9S they were used to travelling with . another hit with reality , another step towards the end . they hated it , almost , anyhow . . . they felt conflicted , for on one hand they hated how his suffering and pain seemed to prolong , they hated knowing he was in pain , almost wishing they could end it faster for him , just for a chance he wouldn 't have to ache longer than he has now .
where the other piece of them was grateful they could spend just a few more wanning moments with him , a chance to remember him , to take him in if this was really it . they wished this was a cruel , sick nightmare given to them by a logic virus of some sort , perhaps that would mean he would come back to them , like he would be right besides them when they woke up in the morning with a kiss to their forehead . like a normal human couple would . like people who weren 't in this situation , these cruel circumstances . but that wasn 't what this was , that wasn 't their reality . and it would never be their reality . and this reality was slowly crashing in on them , wasn 't it ?
the confession was everything they had hoped to hear , but the circumstances almost felt like a way for life to mock them . but that didn 't matter in that moment . . . in that moment , all that mattered was making him comfortable enough to not have a restless or empty death . . . they would have time to be angry later . but that time was not now . so instead they swallowed down the emotions that kept swelling and filling their lungs and instead gave a soft nod . ❝ after learning what love means , how could i not ? ❞ they breathed out softly , a dry laugh following after it , ❝ i don 't think there 'd ever be a right time to confess , not with the weight we carry . ❞ and perhaps it was true , but still , they couldn 't help but feel a sense of relief knowing their feelings were returned .
[2/4 , hopefully-]