[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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After a moment, Vil gives a huffing sigh.]
I knew it was only a matter of time.
[Vil's a rose. Always has been. Beautiful, but dangerous.
Anyone who got too close would inevitably be torn up by his thorns.
He turns his gaze away.]
I'm no longer in the mood. Dress yourself and go back to your dorm.
And let this be a lesson to you. The beauty known as Vil Schoenheit comes laced with thorns.
Don't come too close unless you're prepared to get stabbed.
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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.]
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Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he gets up. He goes over to the full body mirror just to the side of his bed.
He stares for awhile...
And then his fist slams against the mirror, causing the audible crack of glass.
He breathes heavily. Pulls his bleeding hand back.
And slams it into the mirror again. The shattering almost pierces the white noise filling his ears and mind.]