Whenever he went silent like that, Ino could never decide how to feel about it. Terror because a formless ghost of a voice was still something and she couldn't let go, and what if what she'd asked had finally pushed him away for good. Then there was the relief because it was hard to still have him be a formless ghost of a voice. When they didn't talk for a while, it was easier. She didn't have to dwell on things that hurt.
Maybe if they'd never talked, after he'd died, she'd be over him by now. High school loves didn't usually last so long, did they?
But every time they talked, there was still a bit of gladness. She was selfish and lonely. A ghost was a poor substitute for the real thing and, since she wasn't like Aerith, maybe it was just all in her head in the first place. Maybe she was just crazy.
"Still the same," she said quietly. "Silly never changes."
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Date: 2016-10-08 04:44 pm (UTC)Maybe if they'd never talked, after he'd died, she'd be over him by now. High school loves didn't usually last so long, did they?
But every time they talked, there was still a bit of gladness. She was selfish and lonely. A ghost was a poor substitute for the real thing and, since she wasn't like Aerith, maybe it was just all in her head in the first place. Maybe she was just crazy.
"Still the same," she said quietly. "Silly never changes."