[He doesn't answer for a moment. He looks up at the sky where they had traced their constellations together, frowning beneath the cover of his illusion. He doesn't mean to say things like that.
He's a liar. He lies, whether it's out of fear or worry or anything, from the most trivial things. And she knows that.]
... you shouldn't worry so much over my happiness.
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He's a liar. He lies, whether it's out of fear or worry or anything, from the most trivial things. And she knows that.]
... you shouldn't worry so much over my happiness.