The thought is so ugly, and yet so warmed and delighted that Sakura nearly recoils away from both it and May, like she's found the one corner of her soul that's filled with puss instead of light.
... But she doesn't let go, either, just tightens her hug and rests her cheek on May's shoulder.]
... Why do you think you have to?
[...]
W-we'll still be friends. [Her voice quakes, only steadying when she bites back the tremors] We can still see each other.
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(so she still needs me)
The thought is so ugly, and yet so warmed and delighted that Sakura nearly recoils away from both it and May, like she's found the one corner of her soul that's filled with puss instead of light.
... But she doesn't let go, either, just tightens her hug and rests her cheek on May's shoulder.]
... Why do you think you have to?
[...]
W-we'll still be friends. [Her voice quakes, only steadying when she bites back the tremors] We can still see each other.