I Hate you.
Ayaka's lip was raw from her chewing. She paced in the corridor of their dormhouse. She rubbed her arms absently at the chill in the air.
Her thoughts overwhelmed her. The second she had seen the hurt fill Asuna's features they had stirred. And when the redhead stood up, whispering her anger, blinking back threatening tears, the floodgates were opened. Her mind, self-deprecating, reproachful and panicked only made things worse. She froze when Asuna ran; what was she to do if she caught her? You should have run anyway. Ayaka's face twisted with self-disgust.
"Asuna..." she whispered hoarsely.
What good is this worry? Its not even helping me. Its not helping me think of anything! She screwed her eyes shut. Asuna, where are you! Have you collapsed into your friends arms? are you crying? Ayaka's face darkened dramatically, her pacing coming to an abrupt stop. This doesnt even make sense. I wasnt even trying to argue with her. And...and all our bickering was just my cry for her attention in the end. Her face fell in horror. I only wanted to be near her. How else could we relate; she positively despises me; thats why everytime we talk it ends up a fight. I only meant well...
"The road to hell is pathed with good intentions" Her mind whispered to her, and her eyes hardened like stone.
Akaya's features smoothed. She walked to her dorm, opened to door. Her roommates were out. probably with that mutt-like brat. She walked to her bed an lay down. She was exhausted. She buried herself under the covers, snapped off her bed-side lamp. She remained on her back for a few minutes, her face completely blank. And slowly, as her mind hammered in that last nail, Her face became red and crumpled. She curled in on herself and sobbed, finally giving up.
Why try, when her 'good' only ever punished her?