[And as Miach turns to leave Tuan does absolutely nothing to stop her. Instead she watches, almost as though the whole thing is being played out in slow motion, as Miach walks away and disappears into a crowd of meaningless people.
Out of sight, out of reach... and yet never out of mind.
Immediately her legs feel unsteady, and Tuan simply slides down onto the floor. This whole conversation feels like a giant mistake ... and somehow she's just not at all surprised that she made it. She's a failure for letting her anger get to her and a coward for not chasing after Miach. As tears cloud her vision for the second day in a row, Tuan has a new adjective to add to the list for herself: weak. She wipes her eyes stubbornly and picks herself up off the floor to hurry off back to her room before anyone can ask her what's wrong. There just aren't any good answers to that.]
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Out of sight, out of reach... and yet never out of mind.
Immediately her legs feel unsteady, and Tuan simply slides down onto the floor. This whole conversation feels like a giant mistake ... and somehow she's just not at all surprised that she made it. She's a failure for letting her anger get to her and a coward for not chasing after Miach. As tears cloud her vision for the second day in a row, Tuan has a new adjective to add to the list for herself: weak. She wipes her eyes stubbornly and picks herself up off the floor to hurry off back to her room before anyone can ask her what's wrong. There just aren't any good answers to that.]