[Cater stammers uselessly. Those broken pieces they'd been picking up together slipping through his cut fingers and back onto the ground again. What did I do wrong? He wants to ask. Give me another chance, he wants to plead. I'll be whatever you need me to be, he wants to promise.
It hurts. His heart hurts. His stomach aches.
Cater tears his eyes away from Vil's dismissive stance and stands, quietly picking up the nice clothing that had been so carefully removed from him and sliding back into it.]
KK. Seeya in class, Vil.
[His feet take him out of the room even as he leaves his heart behind, bleeding at Vil's feet.]
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It hurts. His heart hurts. His stomach aches.
Cater tears his eyes away from Vil's dismissive stance and stands, quietly picking up the nice clothing that had been so carefully removed from him and sliding back into it.]
KK. Seeya in class, Vil.
[His feet take him out of the room even as he leaves his heart behind, bleeding at Vil's feet.]