[ Lucky nobody is around to see the way Vanitas goes red, a flush of embarrassment that makes him warm from head to foot. Had he, when he hit the beach, in a moment of weakness, really thought of her?
He's never been the kind of person to call out for another person, not on purpose, despite the way his heart yearns so violently to be whole, or at the very least, for peace. He's only ever been alone. Who would he even call for? ]
I didn't mean to.
[ But more than that...
He's struck with the idea that someone would have answered at all. ]
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He's never been the kind of person to call out for another person, not on purpose, despite the way his heart yearns so violently to be whole, or at the very least, for peace. He's only ever been alone. Who would he even call for? ]
I didn't mean to.
[ But more than that...
He's struck with the idea that someone would have answered at all. ]