[ It was a rejection of sorts, then. Not the romantic kind, but a rejection of his very self that he'd chosen to bare. Of course it would sting his pride. Yingying is the empathetic type, and can understand, intimately, why such an unfolding of events might make him feel even more alone.
Because he is — that's the crux of the matter, that she doesn't think a lot of people are aware of. His boyishness, his naivete, the way he talks about his fans and career, yet never anything about himself... it all points to someone who is alone on every level, and perhaps always has been.
Yingying hums, the sound melodic and soft. ]
It's painful, right? Not being heard very well. [ In a different sense, Yi Sang had failed to listen and understand her, too, though she imagines the pain she felt from it to be much more trivial than his. She lays out the feeling candidly, wondering if despite the sense of security he's projecting now, if he even understands that part of what he's feeling right now is hurt. Reaching out, she brushes her knuckles against his cheek affectionately, her fingers cool. ] I suppose not everyone can be so clever as me and Maya.
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Because he is — that's the crux of the matter, that she doesn't think a lot of people are aware of. His boyishness, his naivete, the way he talks about his fans and career, yet never anything about himself... it all points to someone who is alone on every level, and perhaps always has been.
Yingying hums, the sound melodic and soft. ]
It's painful, right? Not being heard very well. [ In a different sense, Yi Sang had failed to listen and understand her, too, though she imagines the pain she felt from it to be much more trivial than his. She lays out the feeling candidly, wondering if despite the sense of security he's projecting now, if he even understands that part of what he's feeling right now is hurt. Reaching out, she brushes her knuckles against his cheek affectionately, her fingers cool. ] I suppose not everyone can be so clever as me and Maya.