Blacktail Deer Plateau Poor Unfortunate Soul

their roles were switched in the moment. now he was on the receiving end of the lighthearted joke. only he wasn’t as receptive as she usually was.

issun kept his focus on the snow below them. he counted each individual crystal that made up the white blanket just to keep his eyes away from her. i can’t look at her. i can’t...

but then her voice softened into that tone. that painful tone he couldn’t bare to hear.

if... i'd known i wouldn't have let it continue. i'd have let you know and then maybe you wouldn't hate me... that made his stomach curl. no, he didn’t hate her, he would never. oh god, this was such a mess. why did things have to be this way? if he hadn’t had fallen in love with her, then none of this would’ve happened. things would be normal, they’d just be friends. things wouldn’t be so complicated. this is all my fault.

issun’s breath hitched in throat. all that left his mouth was, “i don’t hate you.”