>>15544638>>15544897>>15544960"I'm sorry, it's too late for that now."
You inch away from her lips, as much as it would be pretty sweet to lock lips with them, it's just not happening. Would be too douche-y and she doesn't even know it.
You do however, give her a hug, because you can do that and still justify it as friend-on-friend interaction. Plus you never returned the one she gave you five minutes ago, you little dick.
You hug your doge.
She continues to wail, but they're starting to become whimpers, she uses your jacket as a tissue for her tears. Perhaps she's finally getting the memo.
The harsh, harsh memo.
The fireworks still explode as you embrace her, it's so so bittersweet that it's gonna hurt like a freight train when you reflect on this moment in your life in the future.
She knows now. She knows it can't happen, you've shut down her happiness, her innocence, everything she knows about reality just to break it to her that everything is not punky-dory sunshine-y.
Maybe now she won't stick musical notes after everything she says.
The hug continues as it is now, neither of you bothering to say a word to each other because as it stands, there's nothing else left to say. It's not perfect, it's clearly flawed in every way imaginable, but maybe that's okay, good enough for you. And there's nothing else to ruin the moment either.
"...Am I interrupting something?. . . "Well, except for a select handful of things.
