Re: The Gang Goes Out For Breakfast
Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2020 3:16 am
If Camilla's words had first only alluded to her poor opinion of him, this confirmed it. His calm disappeared in a flash, being replaced by a hurt anger born of betrayal. "What?! Is that what you think I'm doing?!" He drew into himself angrily. "What I'm trying to do is stay strong and clear-headed, so I can do something other than cry!"
Suddenly, even he realized the blatant falsity of his façade of strength. But he couldn't stop now. "Did you think I wouldn't feel anything? When they were some of the only people I'd ever trusted?! It's so easy for you, you're so sure of yourself, always the leader, always the protector." Theo quieted, almost talking to himself. "But I'm not. I can't even write or talk to anyone without being scared. The Club people were the ... the first friends I've ever had." He paused. "They were just some of your many friends, while I lost nearly everyone I knew!" Theo inhaled furiously, preparing himself for an extension of his tirade.
Then he abruptly deflated, sinking ever so slowly to the ground. His voice broke as easily as his posture. He was crying freely now, his vision blurred and wobbly. Angling his head vaguely in Camilla's direction, he tried to steady his voice. "W-h-what did you th-think I w-was doing Cam-milla!? D-do you think I d-don't c-car-re?"
His composure had collapsed completely by this point, and his words were a confused mess of weeping and shouts. "I want to think about them, to remember them one last time! But if I let myself think about it at all, th-this happens! I know I'm useless, and that I d-don't know how to do anything! I was just trying not to worry you! I thought that, maybe, if I could be strong for once, you wouldn't hate me!" Finished, he allowed himself one last glance at her. He had had his outburst. Now was the time for the consequences.
Suddenly, even he realized the blatant falsity of his façade of strength. But he couldn't stop now. "Did you think I wouldn't feel anything? When they were some of the only people I'd ever trusted?! It's so easy for you, you're so sure of yourself, always the leader, always the protector." Theo quieted, almost talking to himself. "But I'm not. I can't even write or talk to anyone without being scared. The Club people were the ... the first friends I've ever had." He paused. "They were just some of your many friends, while I lost nearly everyone I knew!" Theo inhaled furiously, preparing himself for an extension of his tirade.
Then he abruptly deflated, sinking ever so slowly to the ground. His voice broke as easily as his posture. He was crying freely now, his vision blurred and wobbly. Angling his head vaguely in Camilla's direction, he tried to steady his voice. "W-h-what did you th-think I w-was doing Cam-milla!? D-do you think I d-don't c-car-re?"
His composure had collapsed completely by this point, and his words were a confused mess of weeping and shouts. "I want to think about them, to remember them one last time! But if I let myself think about it at all, th-this happens! I know I'm useless, and that I d-don't know how to do anything! I was just trying not to worry you! I thought that, maybe, if I could be strong for once, you wouldn't hate me!" Finished, he allowed himself one last glance at her. He had had his outburst. Now was the time for the consequences.