[ he lets the sounds of the rain fill the silence between them just a little longer. the rhythm of it nearly matches his own heart heavily pounding in his chest, the blood rushing in his ears.
everything would be much easier if vanessa didn't look at him, especially not like that. he knows what a poor impression he must make and how impossible it would be to fancy someone in his current condition. a man incapable of self-control, dressed in rags like some beggar on the street. he wishes he could see her stare at him with such longing when he's more like himself. not like this, not when he knows for certain that the yearning in her eyes is only the work of some weird power. ]
Can you lock the door? [ it's a weird request, but he can't explain it any further, his tongue feels heavy and words impossible. he's ashamed yet serious because he knows that she must understand his meaning. ]
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everything would be much easier if vanessa didn't look at him, especially not like that. he knows what a poor impression he must make and how impossible it would be to fancy someone in his current condition. a man incapable of self-control, dressed in rags like some beggar on the street. he wishes he could see her stare at him with such longing when he's more like himself. not like this, not when he knows for certain that the yearning in her eyes is only the work of some weird power. ]
Can you lock the door? [ it's a weird request, but he can't explain it any further, his tongue feels heavy and words impossible. he's ashamed yet serious because he knows that she must understand his meaning. ]