An Extra’s POV

"I know you're not a bad person, Rey."

As Rey heard this, he prepared himself for what was about to come. It wasn't very difficult to steel his heart and consider the very worst when it came to the current situation with Esme.

In all honesty, he was very tired.

Emotionally speaking, he had exhausted a lot of his energy, and he was practically running on fumes. His expression remained lull, and this carried on throughout his conversation with Esme—or more accurately, Esme's conversation with him.

"You're an amazing person. I've looked up to you for the longest time too. You saved me more times than I can think of, both directly and indirectly, and I owe a lot to you…"

Rey still had his heart steeled despite how soft her words were.

"My… my feelings for you have not changed as well, even though I really wish they would. I don't… hate you or anything, but…" As she went through the right words to say, Rey's thoughts were at a standstill.

He didn't want to think anything, or feel anything.

He just listened.

"... There's just so much going on with me right now. I… I can't even look you in the eye right now. I'm angry, and sad, and disappointed, and a bunch of other things… and most of this confusion is because of you." At this point, she stared at Rey, seeing his unassuming expression and calm reaction towards all she was saying.

Whether it was for the better or worse, his facade prompted her to continue with her train of thought; hence, finishing what she started.

"I need some space, Rey."

"Space…?"

rubbing her forehead as she uttered those words.

even a second. He watched Esme's unease as she uttered those words, but he could

certain she was very serious in her position, and there was very little he could do to convince her to

be unfair

Was all he had to say

say

turned it was his back that faced her. Still,

"Rest well… Esme."

shutting the door

Rey heard silent sobs right as he was about to close the door. He shut his eyes, dulled his senses, and completely shut off the room from his mind. For Esme's sake… and for his sake… this

the hallway, Rey clutched his chest and felt his racing heart. He had been unable to properly think and feel thanks to his suppression of those aspects of himself, but there was only so much

and his thoughts were slowly getting

cheeks were red, and his hand dug deeper into his chest

about it stopped

pain anytime the image of the Half Elf came to his mind. It was a frustrating experience for Rey—one he wouldn't wish for even his worst

to run back into

to apologize once again and tell her to give him another chance. He wanted to hug

No, I can't.' He told himself.

tell her he felt the same? Why didn't he hug her or kiss her back? Rey knew the reason well, and Esme

had feelings for Alicia. That was yet to change a single

girls this fiercely, feeling conflicted about which side to pick and which to abandon. It seemed Esme did her best to make the decision easy for

outcome. I feel so useless at this point, it's sickening…' His thoughts flowed as he inhaled