The thing is, she's not oblivious. Even without knowing Rohan inside and out the way that she does, she's certainly capable of reading between the lines and drawing a conclusion. The flowers, the gift, the interest in her life and her well-being. The dinner. The picking her up from work. The attention to Arnold and the sore-pawed cat. The gentle jealousy.
She'd known all of that, and she'd expected that what he had to say, that it would be...something. Something sweet, something warm. Maybe even something that would make her blush.
But even knowing that, she's not expecting the reality. She's not expecting a confession, not from Rohan of all people. Yet there it is, plain as day, simple and raw and...
And...
And he didn't hesitate, even for a second, in saying it.
That doesn't escape her notice, either.]
Rohan...
[It feels, for a moment, like she's teetering on the edge of a precipice, like she's going to topple over the edge of a realization and plummet into the chasm beneath it, and just like that the whole world has changed.
Her whole world has changed, in one instant. It's before and after, now. The world before Rohan said he loved her, and this new and uncharted one after.]
Y...You can't just...say something like that, and not expect — anything! Y-You...you really...
[She fumbles, and now the unshed tears from earlier come rushing back, spilling over and running down past the heat in her cheeks.]
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The thing is, she's not oblivious. Even without knowing Rohan inside and out the way that she does, she's certainly capable of reading between the lines and drawing a conclusion. The flowers, the gift, the interest in her life and her well-being. The dinner. The picking her up from work. The attention to Arnold and the sore-pawed cat. The gentle jealousy.
She'd known all of that, and she'd expected that what he had to say, that it would be...something. Something sweet, something warm. Maybe even something that would make her blush.
But even knowing that, she's not expecting the reality. She's not expecting a confession, not from Rohan of all people. Yet there it is, plain as day, simple and raw and...
And...
And he didn't hesitate, even for a second, in saying it.
That doesn't escape her notice, either.]
Rohan...
[It feels, for a moment, like she's teetering on the edge of a precipice, like she's going to topple over the edge of a realization and plummet into the chasm beneath it, and just like that the whole world has changed.
Her whole world has changed, in one instant. It's before and after, now. The world before Rohan said he loved her, and this new and uncharted one after.]
Y...You can't just...say something like that, and not expect — anything! Y-You...you really...
[She fumbles, and now the unshed tears from earlier come rushing back, spilling over and running down past the heat in her cheeks.]
You really mean it, don't you...