[sipping her tea again, she wishes she understood this feeling, this mismatched wrongness in her chest. if what Maple's saying is true, why can't she accept it? why is it difficult to think that there's more logic in expressing one's emotions, when she would certainly tell anyone else they can do the same?
she probably looks vaguely sorrowful, or thinking far too hard.]
Miss Furude isn't my friend.
[a gentle correction, instead of answering the question.]
Miss Furude isn't the only one who was saying hurtful things.
( echoing miss furude because maple doesn't know her name, actually. )
If others don't want to hear how you feel, it isn't your fault for feeling it. Just like you worry about the emotions of the people around you, I think that they should be aware of how their words affect others as well. Isn't that too big of a responsibility for you to bear alone?
honestly, she doesn't know how she feels about hearing that said so plainly. that candid statement, and she closes her eyes, her signal that she wants to conceal her emotions a little more from someone. how to extract herself from this without saying the wrong thing. the wheels in her head can practically be heard, they're spinning so loud, and she wishes Maple had asked her something easier.
of course it's big. but she's used to it, she has been for so long.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
she probably looks vaguely sorrowful, or thinking far too hard.]
Miss Furude isn't my friend.
[a gentle correction, instead of answering the question.]
no subject
( echoing miss furude because maple doesn't know her name, actually. )
If others don't want to hear how you feel, it isn't your fault for feeling it. Just like you worry about the emotions of the people around you, I think that they should be aware of how their words affect others as well. Isn't that too big of a responsibility for you to bear alone?
no subject
honestly, she doesn't know how she feels about hearing that said so plainly. that candid statement, and she closes her eyes, her signal that she wants to conceal her emotions a little more from someone. how to extract herself from this without saying the wrong thing. the wheels in her head can practically be heard, they're spinning so loud, and she wishes Maple had asked her something easier.
of course it's big. but she's used to it, she has been for so long.]