[For all that Caitlyn tries not to, she's aware that she wears her heart on her sleeve, her thoughts and feelings clear to anybody who knows her well enough. And even some who don't. How could her face not soften, her heart not quicken, her breath not come a little more shallow when she speaks of Vi? Yet still, it surprises her how well Vander reads her.
Her eyes lower, her face falling, nerves slowly being overtaken by the deep ache she's felt in the pit of her stomach since Vi walked away.]
Not in so many words. But she knows. She... She told me that she isn't interested in anything between us. That we're too different. Oil and water. [It hurts to recall now, as it hurt to hear then. She should have run after Vi, she should have said something, she should have done something--] I can't believe she meant it, though. Not really. If I could only speak to her again...
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Her eyes lower, her face falling, nerves slowly being overtaken by the deep ache she's felt in the pit of her stomach since Vi walked away.]
Not in so many words. But she knows. She... She told me that she isn't interested in anything between us. That we're too different. Oil and water. [It hurts to recall now, as it hurt to hear then. She should have run after Vi, she should have said something, she should have done something--] I can't believe she meant it, though. Not really. If I could only speak to her again...