[She nods slowly and falls in pace, walking beside him.
If she didn't have to say what she needs to, this would've been the ideal time to reach for his hand. Something she had to stop herself from doing earlier when they were shopping. And it weighs heavily on her to know they had gone from relieved and happy, to awkward and guarded. Uncertainty looming over them like a dark cloud. It's not how she wanted things to go, it's not how she wanted her first confession to go at all, but it can't be helped. All she can do is hope that she's overthinking this.
But it's difficult to get that impression.
The only saving grace is that home is a short distance away, just a few minutes of walking and she can spill everything that's been on her mind.
And this will either end poorly, leaving her full of regret, or everything will be just fine. Though, she wonders, would it have been better to just say nothing at all? But the guilt would've eaten her alive and it just felt wrong to not be honest with him about this. It's also very likely that had she chosen to stay quiet that something might have come up later, then it would look terrible that she never spoke up.
For a short trek it sure feels like an eternity though. She tries to keep her head clear, think about what to say. Meanwhile her heart is beating fast, her throat hurts, and yet none of that alleviates the chill that's settled into her bones. She shivers occasionally, using her free hand to rub at her arm to attempt to generate heat. All the while the crunch of the snow beneath her boots feels unusually loud.]
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If she didn't have to say what she needs to, this would've been the ideal time to reach for his hand. Something she had to stop herself from doing earlier when they were shopping. And it weighs heavily on her to know they had gone from relieved and happy, to awkward and guarded. Uncertainty looming over them like a dark cloud. It's not how she wanted things to go, it's not how she wanted her first confession to go at all, but it can't be helped. All she can do is hope that she's overthinking this.
But it's difficult to get that impression.
The only saving grace is that home is a short distance away, just a few minutes of walking and she can spill everything that's been on her mind.
And this will either end poorly, leaving her full of regret, or everything will be just fine. Though, she wonders, would it have been better to just say nothing at all? But the guilt would've eaten her alive and it just felt wrong to not be honest with him about this. It's also very likely that had she chosen to stay quiet that something might have come up later, then it would look terrible that she never spoke up.
For a short trek it sure feels like an eternity though. She tries to keep her head clear, think about what to say. Meanwhile her heart is beating fast, her throat hurts, and yet none of that alleviates the chill that's settled into her bones. She shivers occasionally, using her free hand to rub at her arm to attempt to generate heat. All the while the crunch of the snow beneath her boots feels unusually loud.]