*So much of this felt like her fault, in some ways, that she finds it difficult to really believe Marco. But he keeps repeating it, so perhaps she should start to think more about how that might be true. She seems utterly bewildered, however, when he makes a fist of her hand, and suggests that Ikki needs a telling sometimes. Perhaps there's even a flicker of fear there*
Marco...With this girl, I think you should try it. The difference is... You're not angry like he is.
*Even if there is a lot of anger in Marco, he doesn't manifest it in the same way that Ikki does. Ikki's whole being radiates some kind of anger*
I couldn't take it. I wasn't strong enough...to face the anger, Marco. The anger.
*Her voice gets wobbly here, and she does her best not to ruin her flower braclet, so her fingers start to worry at the blue leather bracelet on her other wrist*
When I think about being with Ikki... So much of it was anger. All the times he yelled at me, shouted at me, told me when I was wrong, demanding of me. And maybe he was only trying to protect me but Marco... It's too hard, all that anger. Even our best times, the times I really felt that he loved me, where surrounded somehow with anger.
*Selphie hangs her head, her shoulders tense. As much as she feels the need to explain this to Marco, she knows it will sound horrible. Hence why she still hasn't spoken to anyone about how she really feels about all of this*
There were...times when I was scared of what to say, what to do, always on eggshells in case he got angry. I wanted so much for him to just...love me, appreciate me, to like having me around. I couldn't, not ever, dream of calling him out for anything, because I hated how I felt when he was so angry at me...
*There's no laughter at the end, and she's sorry for that. She keeps her head bowed, refusing to look at Marco, because she knows how close to tears she is and she doesn't want to make the situation any worse*
It's - it's finished now. Maybe one day...we'll be friends. But my heart - it just can't take it.
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Marco...With this girl, I think you should try it. The difference is... You're not angry like he is.
*Even if there is a lot of anger in Marco, he doesn't manifest it in the same way that Ikki does. Ikki's whole being radiates some kind of anger*
I couldn't take it. I wasn't strong enough...to face the anger, Marco. The anger.
*Her voice gets wobbly here, and she does her best not to ruin her flower braclet, so her fingers start to worry at the blue leather bracelet on her other wrist*
When I think about being with Ikki... So much of it was anger. All the times he yelled at me, shouted at me, told me when I was wrong, demanding of me. And maybe he was only trying to protect me but Marco... It's too hard, all that anger. Even our best times, the times I really felt that he loved me, where surrounded somehow with anger.
*Selphie hangs her head, her shoulders tense. As much as she feels the need to explain this to Marco, she knows it will sound horrible. Hence why she still hasn't spoken to anyone about how she really feels about all of this*
There were...times when I was scared of what to say, what to do, always on eggshells in case he got angry. I wanted so much for him to just...love me, appreciate me, to like having me around. I couldn't, not ever, dream of calling him out for anything, because I hated how I felt when he was so angry at me...
*There's no laughter at the end, and she's sorry for that. She keeps her head bowed, refusing to look at Marco, because she knows how close to tears she is and she doesn't want to make the situation any worse*
It's - it's finished now. Maybe one day...we'll be friends. But my heart - it just can't take it.