Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

the girl began to speak, and Casmir didn't allow himself to close off. he listened instead, the ice around his heart chipping away with each word Aria spoke in her gentle voice. Fuckee was nothing, a nobody, and Aria -- he heard the last of her words and his eyes closed. so many times they had been here, and nothing had come of it -- over and over again they had said these things to one another, but this time -- this time it felt like the truth.

if he searched his heart, there was still love for her mingled with the bitter pain, but Casmir didn't know if he wanted to act on those feelings again. they had built many walls between one another, and perhaps, though he hated to admit it, they weren't suited for one another, himself and Aria.

a lump rose in his throat and tears stung his eyes, sliding unbidden down his cheeks as he swallowed and muttered gruffly, "well, maybe you should." maybe they both should, for the sake of their sanity. they couldn't keep doing this.