Clover's eyes didn't raise to him, nor did her expression change at all. Her friend's question left her lost in thought for a few seconds, searching for an accurate answer. There was no accuracy, however, in a matter she didn't fully understand herself. Love had always been something beautiful in tales, in others, but when it was about her, it became the most strange, most scary thing ever.
"I don't feel worthy or unworthy... I just don't know how to deal with that kind of attention; it's not a part of me."
Being the ghost who listened to everyone else's tales was easy. Others would experience life -the joy and the pain-, and Clover would merely learn everything she needed from them without getting too involved. That was the way of living she'd always known.
"I guess I'm not ready for it," was the final and only conclusion her mind could reach, in an attempt to simplify her own emotions. It felt wrong, therefore, she wasn't ready.
"I don't feel worthy or unworthy... I just don't know how to deal with that kind of attention; it's not a part of me."
Being the ghost who listened to everyone else's tales was easy. Others would experience life -the joy and the pain-, and Clover would merely learn everything she needed from them without getting too involved. That was the way of living she'd always known.
"I guess I'm not ready for it," was the final and only conclusion her mind could reach, in an attempt to simplify her own emotions. It felt wrong, therefore, she wasn't ready.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
