Daia is instantly regretting this decision. But he's already started. And as much as he wants to lie and say it was nothing, the urge inside pushes him on.
He nods, balling his hands as he tries to summon every ounce of determination he has. Is it the determination to confess? Or to just make this feeling stop? He's not sure. Hopefully he'll feel better after he says this.
"I... I..." Uhm. How does he say this?
He gulps, takes a shaky breath, and tries again.
"I... I know I've been gone for six months, so..." he knows. He knows this can't mean anything, right? Lea probably already likes someone else. And even if he doesn't, it's silly for him to think they've spent enough time together for Lea to feel even remotely the same.
But this pit in his stomach. He has to confess, even if it means nothing. He feels like he'll regret it if he doesn't.
He promises himself he'll feel better after this. As long as they can stay friends. Those he confessed to before, they're still his friends, too. He tells himself Lea will be no different. He just has to get his heart to stop pounding long enough to get the words off his tongue.
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He nods, balling his hands as he tries to summon every ounce of determination he has. Is it the determination to confess? Or to just make this feeling stop? He's not sure. Hopefully he'll feel better after he says this.
"I... I..." Uhm. How does he say this?
He gulps, takes a shaky breath, and tries again.
"I... I know I've been gone for six months, so..." he knows. He knows this can't mean anything, right? Lea probably already likes someone else. And even if he doesn't, it's silly for him to think they've spent enough time together for Lea to feel even remotely the same.
But this pit in his stomach. He has to confess, even if it means nothing. He feels like he'll regret it if he doesn't.
He promises himself he'll feel better after this. As long as they can stay friends. Those he confessed to before, they're still his friends, too. He tells himself Lea will be no different. He just has to get his heart to stop pounding long enough to get the words off his tongue.