บท 781: Delving Through Regrets, Part 1

And here it comes, here we were. What I wanted, what I dreaded. About damn time too, some may call me out for, my backbone rightfully included among them. 

It was one of those things where the prospect, the aftermath you made up in her mind was a hundredfold more terrifying than the act itself. But now that I've finally addressed the elephant in the room, without paranoia looming over like a devil on my shoulder and with how easy the words just left me—I might as well have asked her if snow was white. 

Aloud, echoing in the vastness, the stillness of the room, it didn't sound as big of a deal as I thought it'd be. 

Time to find out, that hopefully, she thinks much of the same of it. 

This definitely would have been so much easier to deal with if I knew just how she was feeling. If she's uneasy, then I can be uneasy. If she didn't mind, then I'd instantly know I didn't have to either.