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Rose immediately redirected her gaze to her hands, her fingers already beginning to play with her fingertips in a nervous manner. This was all happening so suddenly, she hadn't--- last time, it'd felt like she had time to think, meticulously plan out her words and loose the ones that weren't well-phrased, but now it was just... she felt the bubbling desire to convey her every tumultuous thought and feeling since they had broke up just because it was coursing through her and she felt desperate to be close with Octavius again.

But that wouldn't--- that wasn't right.

And she knew what she had been thinking for the past few weeks. During their time apart, Rose had begun to think--- that maybe staying apart would be for the best, no matter how much it made her chest ache and tears form because, in the long run, it would.... he wouldn't.... get hurt. By her inability to think clearly and act appropriately, or--- she could force him to move on, and forget about her because she had never really deserved him anyway, and---

Rose felt her face heat up substantially, despite not really having said anything yet. She was getting ahead of herself, Octavius hadn't even indicated--- just because she wanted to get back together and was torn by a secret that would most definitely result in him never speaking to her again didn't mean--- Octavius was always polite and nice.

She slowly began to nod, as she was finding it difficult to think of what to say. What could she say when everything she wanted to say would only make things much more painful? Rose looked up from her hands, finally meeting his gaze. And it struck her, his face, his eyes, his lips that she missed the most, stuck her so much so that she couldn't--- she lost control of her will, and the words slipped from her mouth before she could think anything of it.

"I miss you," Rose breathed, and her chest immediately tightened because she couldn't-- shouldn't be saying things like that. It would upset him, she would upset him again--- "I know that's not--- I shouldn't-- I just---"

Her hand moved to clutch her collar and the lower part of her throat. "I know you probably don't want to hear that," she continued quietly, "But I don't know what else--- to say."