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At his confession, Luana choked on her breath. It left her to cough abruptly, body straightening as she pressed a hand to her chest, massaging the area lightly. Eventually she was capable of leaning back against the wall before she had to recognise her legs felt too weak to hold her up, so she slid down the wall until she stopped at the floor.
It had been everything she wanted to hear. She wanted to hear him say those three words again ever since she left two years ago, never mind since she returned. However panic was as clear as anything across his face, and Luana dropped her gaze to her lap, subconsciously giving herself an even harder scratch against her arm. His sharp cut off, the alarmed expression, the silence that filled the void between them... it didn't hold much promise, and Luana was certain that he was regretting uttering such words.
He had looked so happy with Leah when she arrived, when she reintroduced herself into the equation (of course unknowing to the situation) and complicated things. Everything bad that he had been through had been because of her. None of that happened with Leah at his side. She could leave at the end of the week and they could back to being as they were. They could even think about... starting a family.
Her legs drew into her at the heart-breaking thought, knees coming up to her chest and pining her arms between them. She briefly looked up at him as he finally spoke, only to fall silent again, clearly in disarray with his thoughts and confused on what to do.
"I'd never... move on with some other guy, Tate. I-- I wouldn't..." Luana trailed off, eyes staring down at her hands but not really seeing what she was doing, otherwise she would have physically stopped the pinching that she had moved on to. Nails caught the skin and squeezed until the area just felt numb, from there she would move on, trying to focus on what to do or say. "I-- You don't have to say these things, Tate. I can... I can leave this hut an' pretend you never said anythin'. I never meant to make things hard for you, I never meant to hurt you. Wha's'important to me is that you're happy an'-- I saw how happy you were with... Leah. I know you weren't with me, not at the end, before I left."
Her lower lip began to tremble and tears soon made her vision blurry and wobbly. "T-the soulmate thing... it don't have to matter. Your happiness does; it means the world to me. I don't... want you to regret choosing-- I want you to choose what will make you happy, bond or not."
It had been everything she wanted to hear. She wanted to hear him say those three words again ever since she left two years ago, never mind since she returned. However panic was as clear as anything across his face, and Luana dropped her gaze to her lap, subconsciously giving herself an even harder scratch against her arm. His sharp cut off, the alarmed expression, the silence that filled the void between them... it didn't hold much promise, and Luana was certain that he was regretting uttering such words.
He had looked so happy with Leah when she arrived, when she reintroduced herself into the equation (of course unknowing to the situation) and complicated things. Everything bad that he had been through had been because of her. None of that happened with Leah at his side. She could leave at the end of the week and they could back to being as they were. They could even think about... starting a family.
Her legs drew into her at the heart-breaking thought, knees coming up to her chest and pining her arms between them. She briefly looked up at him as he finally spoke, only to fall silent again, clearly in disarray with his thoughts and confused on what to do.
"I'd never... move on with some other guy, Tate. I-- I wouldn't..." Luana trailed off, eyes staring down at her hands but not really seeing what she was doing, otherwise she would have physically stopped the pinching that she had moved on to. Nails caught the skin and squeezed until the area just felt numb, from there she would move on, trying to focus on what to do or say. "I-- You don't have to say these things, Tate. I can... I can leave this hut an' pretend you never said anythin'. I never meant to make things hard for you, I never meant to hurt you. Wha's'important to me is that you're happy an'-- I saw how happy you were with... Leah. I know you weren't with me, not at the end, before I left."
Her lower lip began to tremble and tears soon made her vision blurry and wobbly. "T-the soulmate thing... it don't have to matter. Your happiness does; it means the world to me. I don't... want you to regret choosing-- I want you to choose what will make you happy, bond or not."