Kaworu being forward as usual, but something about reading "I love you" with his phone number attached to the message.. really sends a heat wave traveling down his cheeks into his neck. He can't even respond for a while but merely cover his face with his hands and try to think about what he just read. His thoughts are a jumbled mess unsurprisingly enough; it seemed like recently there was too much to think about.. too much to try and understand. Why were relationships with people this difficult? Why was it hard for him to open up? Why couldn't he just say what was on his mind and be bold like Kaworu? Why was he so nervous about what others thought of him and how they saw him?
And then, when someone really appreciates him, he doesn't know how to act. It was stupid.
I really am worthless.
The message comes a few minutes late: ]
sorry, i had to think about it for a moment. i think happiness to me would be acceptance.. from other people. but lately, maybe happiness is just acceptance of myself.. but i don't know how to can even start with that.
do you seriously take joy in my existence? i don't know what i've done to deserve something like that.
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anyway, WHAT.
Kaworu being forward as usual, but something about reading "I love you" with his phone number attached to the message.. really sends a heat wave traveling down his cheeks into his neck. He can't even respond for a while but merely cover his face with his hands and try to think about what he just read. His thoughts are a jumbled mess unsurprisingly enough; it seemed like recently there was too much to think about.. too much to try and understand. Why were relationships with people this difficult? Why was it hard for him to open up? Why couldn't he just say what was on his mind and be bold like Kaworu? Why was he so nervous about what others thought of him and how they saw him?
And then, when someone really appreciates him, he doesn't know how to act. It was stupid.
I really am worthless.
The message comes a few minutes late: ]
sorry, i had to think about it for a moment.
i think happiness to me would be acceptance.. from other people.
but lately, maybe happiness is just acceptance of myself.. but i don't know how to can even start with that.
do you seriously take joy in my existence? i don't know what i've done to deserve something like that.