Ichigo frowned, and his first impulse was to snap off a sarcastic remark...but he didn't. Even Ichigo could reach a point where he just didn't want to fight anymore.
"Just...come to bed. S'cold out here."
And I can't stand this. I hate this stupid silence. I don't know when it happened, but I hate fighting with you, now. You made me love you, and you make me hurt, and I just...I don't know how to make everything work out. I don't know how to change, or be what you think I should be.
This is me. It's what I am.
Only none of that get's said. Not even really thought out as words, not clearly. Just a deep sense of confusion. Of being at an impasse, and not knowing what to do with the emotional attachments involved in all of it.
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Date: 2012-03-04 07:44 am (UTC)"Just...come to bed. S'cold out here."
And I can't stand this. I hate this stupid silence. I don't know when it happened, but I hate fighting with you, now. You made me love you, and you make me hurt, and I just...I don't know how to make everything work out. I don't know how to change, or be what you think I should be.
This is me. It's what I am.
Only none of that get's said. Not even really thought out as words, not clearly. Just a deep sense of confusion. Of being at an impasse, and not knowing what to do with the emotional attachments involved in all of it.