[ That, he can answer with certainty, blue eyes clear of any doubts. He says quietly: ]
You are not replaceable. I’m not… very reliable… with other people’s emotions - [ As selfish and as possessive as he is, sometimes he can only see so far. And sometimes, it’s because he doesn’t care to see. But when he does care about someone, he does it with the whole of him, throwing everything in. ] - but… trust me with at least that?
Trust me to know that there’s only one Joyous Day, and there will ever only be one.
[ He has not thrown everything in for Day. They both know that - maybe that’s why Day keeps his expectations low. But there is a pile that is building - a flower; afternoon wine served in mugs; two strangers on a bench; eyes as pretty as starlight that occasionally flash hope like the rising sun at dawn, shy over the horizon; eyes as dark as twilight waiting for Day's end, finality at midnight; and the idea that love endures. It's the start of something. ]
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You are not replaceable. I’m not… very reliable… with other people’s emotions - [ As selfish and as possessive as he is, sometimes he can only see so far. And sometimes, it’s because he doesn’t care to see. But when he does care about someone, he does it with the whole of him, throwing everything in. ] - but… trust me with at least that?
Trust me to know that there’s only one Joyous Day, and there will ever only be one.
[ He has not thrown everything in for Day. They both know that - maybe that’s why Day keeps his expectations low. But there is a pile that is building - a flower; afternoon wine served in mugs; two strangers on a bench; eyes as pretty as starlight that occasionally flash hope like the rising sun at dawn, shy over the horizon; eyes as dark as twilight waiting for Day's end, finality at midnight; and the idea that love endures. It's the start of something. ]
You do… make me happy.
[ That… is also said with certainty. ]