I was the one to reach out to you. I tried to fix what you broke. I tried to give you one more chance. After months of waiting, I still haven’t gotten a response. I wish you would have wanted to talk things out, or at the very least screamed at me, told me it was my fault, spewed hatred at me, or called me stupid for even trying to fix this. At least then, I would have had closure. At least then, I could go to sleep every night thinking, “It wouldn’t have worked out.” But, instead, I got nothing. Just an empty chasm of nothingness. I wish, more than anything, you would’ve just called me back and barraged me with your ballads of hatred, because your silence is so much louder.
Head canon/scenario; How do the Chocobros ask out the person they like? PS great job on all the writing ^^ It gives me something to look forward to :)