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Amber hadn’t noticed it at first. Or, well, she had but she hadn’t noticed it becoming a regular thing. After all, three taps on the arm by none other than Eula Lawrence would surely get anyone’s attention. Particularly when the woman herself acts as though the action had never happened, simply moving on to the next topic or walking away. It was strange, though Amber found she didn’t mind it too much.
The first time it happened was when Eula had arrived back in Mondstadt after being away for a full month on official knights business. Amber should have been used to these occurrences, but she never will get used to the homesickness that she’d get for her friend (she had briefly wondered on occasion whether there was a word for that). They were together almost 24/7, how on Earth would she be expected not to miss her if she can’t even see even a glimpse of her once?
So, in natural Amber enthusiasm, as she does every time this happens, she ran over to Eula and practically launched herself into Eula’s arms. The woman herself, as she was very well used to this, managed to catch her with grace (unlike the first few times, where she had stumbled a lot more). She was chuckling softly, her hands holding onto Amber’s arms, steadying them both. Amber herself was laughing, hugging Eula tightly wishing she never had to let go.
And then it came. In the midst of the warm atmosphere, Amber ever so briefly felt a finger tap her arm. Tap. Tap. Tap. She couldn’t help glancing down at it, then back up at Eula, a subtle question in the front of her mind that she hoped her expression conveyed. No explanation came, however. As the knight holding her let her go and suggested they get some lunch, Amber had simply chalked it up to her imagination. Nothing more than a strange incident.
Over time, Amber had begun to notice it more and more frequently. Eula had grown to tapping, or squeezing, any part of Amber’s body with whatever limb of hers was closest. It had evolved into a greeting of sorts. Just like how Amber tends to hug her on sight as a form of greeting, usually with a worded greeting. Eula began to grow her own form of that.
She had eventually deciphered it as something along the lines of, ‘Hi, Amber’. One syllable per tap, she figured, although it wasn’t quite clear whether it actually meant anything at all or if it just became habitual. She did notice, however, that Eula didn’t do it with anyone else, and the feeling she got when she had noticed this… It was nice. She liked it.
Amber was pretty sure at some point she had grown to associate the greeting taps with Eula and vice versa. So much so, that it had gotten to the point where she was excited whenever she saw Eula and even went out of her way to try and meet her several times a day. She liked the greeting taps. It was pretty much the only contact that Eula would initiate after all, with the exception of imperative contact such as pulling Amber away, or giving her a piggyback ride when Amber would get sleepy (although, on occasion, Amber would have to ask for those). Eula was a little awkward when it came to physical intimacy after all, particularly initiating it (for the most part, she had no problems with Amber initiating contact).
She could only wish it didn’t have to just be a greeting.
Although it only made things more confusing when that wish came true.
The change happened on an outing of theirs. It was the regular hang out at Good Hunter after a mission went smoothly and the two just so happened to see each other (Amber had always, without fail, managed to make stumbling into her look like an accident). As Sarah sees the two of them, she immediately starts cooking, already having their orders committed to muscle memory, or so she had told them at one point.
When they sat, they engaged in conversation about anything and everything that came to mind, with Amber, of course, being the more enthusiastic talker. It was perfect. After getting their orders, and a while later, Amber had eventually settled into recalling a recent event during one of her gliding adventures. And then it happened.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She had felt it on her leg. Three, gentle taps from the other woman’s foot. Amber’s eyes widened as she abruptly stopped, frozen. Eula herself had a soft smile on her face, but that soon vanished as her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“Are you alright?”
It was said almost… shyly as if testing the waters to see if the action was okay, but simultaneously not acknowledging the action. The question could easily just be in regards to Amber’s sudden halt halfway through her tale after all.
Amber allowed a large smile to overcome her face as her heart warmed over Eula’s concern. “Yeah, I’m more than okay.”
Eula had promptly scoffed, turning away while folding her arms and raising her head high. She proceeded to mutter something about daring to cause a nobility concern as well as her usual mumblings about vengeance.
After that day, It was as if Amber’s ‘okay’ had caused Eula to be much more forward with her ‘greeting taps’. It began to slowly, yet surely become much more of a frequent occurrence. It was random. Sometimes Amber would only receive one as a greeting, other times she could receive ten, which had really warped her meaning of it.
‘Hi, Amber,’ had turned to… what exactly?
Regardless, she had decided she liked it long ago and was absolutely ecstatic that Eula was beginning to do it more. As she lay in her bed one particular night, thinking over the day’s events, and hanging out with her best friend in particular, she counted through how many rounds of taps had gotten.
One as a greeting, as usual, one when they arrived at their picnic location and one when Amber couldn’t quite get the blanket on the ground neatly due to the wind (Eula had laughed and provided no help), one after declaring vengeance on her for not helping with the blanket (she couldn’t help but laugh through the phrase though), and one when Amber had latched onto Eula’s arm on the way back, interlocking their hands in the process.
Four. Four times Eula had tapped or squeezed her thrice. She felt her heart flutter, as she squeezed her Baron Bunny plushie tighter, pushing her warm face into the back of its head. The feeling that overcame her was strong, what she felt whenever she thought of Eula was strong.
“Haha, maybe I'm in love with my best friend.” She muttered, pulling her face away from her plushie. It was meant as a joke, of course, but then her mind began to wonder, taking the phrase a lot more seriously. “Well, I guess that would explain a few things…”
Her face gradually became warmer, a telltale sign that she was blushing, she realised. She liked the ‘used-to-be-greeting taps’ but did that really mean anything? She liked physical affection from her best friend, but she was a rather physical kind of person, she’d like it from all her friends… Okay, well maybe she likes it a little more from Eula and maybe she uses every excuse in the book to hold her and just be by her side in general, and maybe, just maybe, she finds Eula physically attractive, but that’s a fact! Eula is extremely pretty, on levels where no one else could compare.
And, yes, she has admired those sunset eyes on more than one occasion and she definitely constantly thinks - and actively talks about! - how great and amazing and kind and caring (and synonyms) Eula can be and-
Oh, okay, she was in love with her best friend.
Nice.
She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that. On one hand, it was an exciting discovery! In fact, if Eula were there, she may have just ecstatically told her right then and there, since she often tends to say whatever comes to mind with no filter whatsoever, particularly when she’s excited. But because she was alone right now, in the comfort of her own room, her mind had quickly run through many, many thoughts over why that was a terrible idea. The winning contender? Rejection, then a friendship breakup, then Eula hating her forever. Maybe this was a little bit unrealistic, considering Amber knew Eula treasured their friendship, but at the very least a rejection would make things weird between them, so unless Amber was absolutely certain that Eula returned her feelings, then she probably shouldn’t bring up her own, she had decided.
So it was settled! She’d bury these feelings deep down inside and never think about them again!
That was easier said than done, however, as over time, and as she spent more time with Eula, she found herself more and more focused on trying to not think about her love for Eula or how cute Eula is or how she oh so much just wants to pull her close and never let go. But, by thinking about repressing them, she is, in turn, just thinking about it more, which made her issue that much worse.
She caught herself far too many times staring at her (and she’s fairly sure she had the equivalent of a staring contest with her on one occasion). And the more times Eula taps her thrice, the more Amber seems to just overflow with love. She loves it! She absolutely loves it!
But the more times it happens, the more she finds her curiosity growing. Why exactly does she do it? And why three times in particular? Amber couldn’t quite shake the feeling that it wasn’t just a random habit. Everything about Eula is calculated after all. In order to be graceful, you first have to be mindful of your actions, and, damn, does Eula move with grace.
So, as a result of her growing questions, she came up with a mix of possible theories. It turns out giving answers to puzzles is a whole lot more difficult than giving the puzzles. Regardless, she had managed to at least come up with two possible theories, the first being that it was some sort of code.
Now, Amber certainly wasn’t an expert in anything code, but she had heard a thing or two about them. This code in particular would have to be one that can be tapped out, and only one came to the forefront of her mind. Morse Code. She didn’t really know too much about that, however.
And so she found herself in the library, searching through the shelves for a book on the subject. She was hoping for a beginner’s book, but one can’t be picky if books on certain topics were scarce, she could only at least hope that the contents wouldn’t be written in that annoying sciencey textbook jargon that’s terribly difficult to understand. A book meant to educate shouldn’t assume its readers would have the vocabulary of a thesaurus.
Eventually, she found one. An Introduction To Morse Code, its title read. With a smile, she found the nearest table and sat down, immediately turning the book to the first page.
“Okay…” She muttered quietly to herself as she skimmed through the contents page, using her finger to trace the words as she read. “Now where to start…”
None of the words really meant anything to her, so she figured the beginning was the best place to start. It was an introduction to Morse Code, after all, maybe she’d get her answer straight away? With that thought, she turned a few pages to see a large chunk of text with a few pictures, titled The History Of Morse Code.
She frowned. If she wanted to know the history, she’d have read a history book on the topic. She proceeded to skip through a couple more pages, frustration boiling within her until a grid caught her eye. She stopped, her eyes lighting up as her smile came back full force.
It was a translation sheet, or so Amber had called it, a table neatly aligned with letters and their code counterparts. Now, this was what she was looking for. She wasn’t quite sure how taps or squeezes could be translated to dots and lines (she only knew it could), but judging by just how many dots and/or lines there were for each letter…
Her theory was quickly debunked.
At most the three taps would only be translated to 2 letters, but what two letters would make a word so important? Unless the message was separated over their meetings… But that would mean that the message would be a paragraph long and ongoing!
No, no. No matter how she tried to justify it, it couldn’t possibly be Morse Code.
She let out a groan, leaning back in her chair dramatically, frowning at the ceiling. Her arms stretched out before her, disregarding the book, as she thought over what else Eula’s three taps could mean.
Maybe it was just an aristocrat thing? That was what Amber had usually regarded Eula’s confusing little quirks that she didn’t understand, and it wasn’t a stretch like the Morse Code thing. The only way to know for certain would be to research all about aristocratic culture!
Which… now that she thought about it, would be a whole lot more time-consuming.
She sat straight and with newfound determination, she closed the book in front of her and, well, her intention was to stand and start searching for every book possible on aristocrats, but as she turned, noticed that her path was blocked by none other than Lisa, who bore a concerned smile.
“Is something the matter, dear?”
At this, Amber let out a sheepish laugh, rubbing her neck as she responded, “Ah, I was just trying to figure something out.”
She patted the book beside her, and Lisa’s gaze followed the movement, before looking back at her with amusement. “About Morse Code?”
“Not exactly…” Amber trailed off, knowing that she could either confide in the other woman - and possibly get teased to death for it - or just figure things out by herself. And, well, the former sounded a whole lot better at that moment. “So there’s this friend,”
At that, Lisa’s eyes widened momentarily, before quickly moving to sit opposite her. She was probably right to do so, as no short conversation ever starts that way. She soon gestured for Amber to continue. And so she did.
“Recently, she’s been doing something strange and at first I thought it was maybe just her weird little way of greeting someone, you know?” Her hands moved about frantically, punctuating her every word as Lisa nodded along. “But then she started not doing it as a greeting and, ah, I don’t know, I guess it just kind of confused me?”
Lisa raised an eyebrow. “To the point of learning Morse Code?”
Now that she heard it out loud, she came to realise just how ridiculous it was. She may have jumped to the furthest possible conclusion there. Morse Code? Really? She laughed half-heartedly, which seemed to answer the other woman’s question.
After a chuckle, she asked, “So what is the strange thing that she started to do?”
“Taps.” Came a blunt answer. It was said almost as if it answered everything, but, if anything, it only rose more questions. And Amber, herself, seemed to realise this as she jumped to elaborate, “Or squeezes! Specifically in threes…”
She trailed off after noticing Lisa’s confusion. She wasn’t making much sense was she? Ugh, her enthusiasm made her get ahead of herself yet again, it seemed.
With a small cough, she opted to explain again, but this time with more detail, “She’s started tapping or squeezing me, any part of my body with any part of hers, specifically in threes.” More to herself than anything, she muttered, “It’s always three times.”
Lisa put a hand to her chin in thought. “Hm, and I’m assuming you haven’t asked her about it?”
Amber almost choked. “Of course not!” She forced herself to calm down, lowering her tone to her normal volume before continuing, “I mean, I could ask her, but I just feel like she’d just stop if I do. She hasn’t really explained it before, so, I don’t know, I just figured it was personal or something.”
She stopped herself before she could go on a tangent over how Eula is, and got to the point, “I just don’t want it to stop. I really, really like it, it’s like something special between us and I can’t really explain it, but it makes me happy.”
Amber hadn’t noticed a smile forming on her lips. Just thinking about her friend (and crush) could do that to her, it seemed, but she liked it. She very much liked the feelings that Eula Lawrence could bring about in her.
“Why don’t you tell her that then?”
The suggestion caused Amber’s eyes to widen and she ever so slightly felt her cheeks heat up. She felt Lisa’s eyes examining closely and she saw the amused sparkle within them. There was an urge to squirm a little under her gaze, but Amber restrained herself.
“Tell her?”
Lisa proceeded to elaborate, “Hm, what I believe is that you’re maybe making things seem much more complicated than they are? But the only way you’ll know for certain is if you asked her directly, so maybe tell her what you told me to go along with it?”
That… made sense, Amber realised. It was entirely possible that it was just something really small and spending that amount of effort jumping to the wildest of conclusions… Ah, Amber could not bear the thought. But still… What made Lisa so sure?
As if she had just read the girl’s thoughts, Lisa casually said, “She is your best friend, isn’t she? I doubt she’d completely cut you off or anything. In fact, she seems fond of you to the point where she’d probably tell you anything.”
Did Amber ever say best friend? Ah, well never mind. She was curious, and it was best for her curiosity to be sated with a real answer rather than come up with a bunch of her own answers, which were honestly more along the lines of outlandish theories.
“Okay!” She stood up, newfound energy coursing through her body along with the need to burn it off. “I’ll ask her.”
Without a second to spare, she immediately rushed off in search of her best friend, leaving behind a very amused Lisa.
“Oh my, she didn’t even ask where Eula would be…”
She soon realised that maybe running off in search of someone she didn’t know the location of wasn’t the best idea, but she had already made it as far as the large oak tree by the statue of the seven before realising this. So, in her own personal opinion, going back to Mondstadt City (or more specifically, the Knight’s of Favonius’ Headquarters) would only slow her down. After all, she knew Eula well enough to know where she’d likely be anyway.
The place that first came to mind was Dragonspine, a place Amber knew that Eula liked to visit specifically to bathe in the icy waters. And so she decided that would be the first place she’d check.
Amber was always amazed whenever she took that first step into Dragonspine. The fresh snow would crunch beneath her foot, and, following the second step, a sudden chill would overcome her almost instantly. Her arms would instinctively find themselves crossed, tucked under her hands as her body begins to shiver, looking for whatever warmth her body could muster. Her teeth would chatter slightly, and her hair and outfit would soon become covered with a soft sprinkle of snow.
The contrast at Dragonspine’s border was clear. On one side, there was grass as far as the eye could see, and weather that, on most days, was pleasant. On the other, was a white expanse of snow, with a coldness that almost threatened to turn you into an ice cube. It was almost a magical experience standing midway, one foot on grass, the other on snow, your body feeling two slightly different temperatures at once.
But alas, this childlike wonder would always be interrupted whenever Amber remembered she was never good with the cold.
Trying her best to ignore the cold, she persevered onwards in a slow search. The weather conditions were nice (for Dragonspine), just a light snowfall. Almost perfect, compared to the harsher image she had in her mind on the way over. That was absolutely a win in her book!
As she continued through, her steps became almost an aimless wander. She wasn’t as well versed in Dragonspine’s topography as Eula. She could only hope to find her before she turns into an ice cube because no matter how many times Eula would tell her to wear more clothing when coming over, Amber would never listen, and time and time again be faced with the consequences of her own actions (and a mad Eula, which she found cute).
The lack of warm clothing really began to make itself apparent the more and more she ventured. Her speed gradually declined, but the fire in her heart spurred her on. She must find Eula.
“Amber?”
Ah! There was the voice she craved so dear!
She turned around, giving Eula as much of a smile she could give through her chattering teeth. This was returned with a concerned frown, which surprised her. In hindsight, it really shouldn’t have. Her posture was unlike herself, hunched over with shivers coursing through her body far more often than she’d like to admit.
She spoke through chattering teeth, “Hi- Hi, Eula!”
The frown on her friend’s face didn’t cease. “Amber, you’re cold.” An excellent observation. “If you don’t warm up soon, you’ll likely get sick,” Her body turned as she folded her arms and stuck her chin up, “And I can’t have you getting sick under my watch, otherwise that is surely another reason to cast my vengeance upon you.”
It was said harshly, but Amber knew that Eula would probably end up taking care of her if she were to become sick. Her vengeance usually ended up forming into nice acts, after all.
The thought of Eula taking care of her took up the forefront of her mind, and Amber let it remain here for a while, indulging in the fantasies her mind had thought up. She thought about Eula making her soup, and how tasty that soup would be, Eula regulating her temperature whether that be through getting her extra blankets or a fresh cold cloth to put on her head, Eula feeding her medicine-
“Amber!”
She was abruptly cut off from that fantasy by the other woman. Even so, she had concluded that being sick with Eula around wouldn’t be so bad.
Snapping out of her daze, she turned towards Eula, her dreamy smile disappearing in the process. “Yeah?”
Eula gestures beside her, and Amber’s eyes follow the motion to see a large unlit torch. “Can you light this?”
After a slow blink, her brain computes the question. “Oh! Sure!” She hurried into action, grabbing her bow and notching an arrow then summoning her pyro energy into the tip before letting loose. Her aim was off, due to her shivers, but the excess fire managed to spark the torch to life regardless.
Eula motioned her closer and she obliged, and as she stumbled closer, the sweet warm relief soon overtook her. She exhaled a long, relaxed breath as her posture loosened up. The fire melted away whatever cold had settled deep within her bones in no time, and soon enough, Amber was back bursting with newfound energy.
She gave Eula a wide, lopsided smile in that classic Amber fashion, “Thanks, Eula!”
Her friend’s expression remained a mix of thoughtful yet frustrated as she glared at the torch in front of them. Amber could almost sense the beginnings of an angry explosion. The build-up instead stopped, as Eula sighed. She turned back to Amber, her expression softening as she grabbed her arms gently, “Amber, how many times do I have to tell you to wear warmer clothing when you come to Dragonspine?”
Amber’s eyes visibly, and pointedly, trailed over Eula’s own outfit, her head following the motion.
“I have a Cryo vision,” Eula looked almost offended at the insinuation, and a light blush sprinkled her cheeks, “Most Cryo wielders can regulate their temperature.”
Amber would have laughed, had Eula not continued, drilling her point further, “Besides, we are talking about you. You are the one who almost froze.”
As Eula’s hold on her became tighter, guilt began to bubble up as Amber realised just how concerned Eula was for her. What may have been no big deal to her, seemed to have meant the world to Eula… She felt small under Eula’s gaze as if she were a child getting told off.
“I know, I know, I was just,” She paused, looking away as she muttered, “I was just too focused on looking for you.”
Eula seemed to blank. “Looking for me?” Whatever surprise she had, quickly dwindled as she told her, “Well, regardless, you shouldn’t put your wellbeing on the line for others, okay.”
“Okay, gotcha!” Finger guns went along with that statement, for reasons Amber wasn’t quite sure of.
After a brief sigh of relief, Eula takes her hands away from Amber’s arms, much to the other woman’s disappointment. She turned around slightly, fiddling about with something on her neck.
“In any case, I happen to have finished with my business up here, so we should head back,” Eula’s cape found its way onto Amber’s shoulders, “Here.”
Eula wrapped it around her, and as her hands left Amber’s shoulders, Amber felt it.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
After the motion, Eula had turned and briskly walked off, leaving a rather stunned Amber in her dust. A euphoric feeling flushed throughout her body, rising rapidly to the point where she would have started jumping or cheering, or even both. Instead, she limited herself to a small air punch, and the largest smile her face could allow.
She tapped her!
But as quick as the feeling came, it was soon replaced with the reminder of why she had come there in the first place. Noticing Eula was just out of sight, she began to jog and eventually caught up, keeping a hand on the neck of the cape to prevent it from falling off.
Eula had slowed her pace considerably by the time Amber caught up, and it was as if the two were taking a leisurely stroll. Once the two made it to the grassy area just outside Dragonspine, Amber suddenly felt a whole lot warmer, to the degree where she didn’t necessarily need to have Eula’s cape anymore, but since Eula made no move to take it back, Amber decided to keep it for now.
Soon enough, Eula picked up the conversation once more, “You mentioned before that you were looking for me? May I ask why?”
Amber let loose a casual laugh, a tune melodic to Eula’s ears. “Well, I wanted to ask you something, silly!”
Eula frowned. “You almost froze in Dragonspine just to ask me a question?” She shook her head disapprovingly, “I believe you are the silly one here.”
“Oh…” Slight embarrassment crept up on her as she rubbed her neck, “It seems I am.”
“In any case, what have you been meaning to ask me?”
Amber stopped in her tracks, with Eula following the action. They were far out of Dragonspine at this point, under the shade of a tree beside a tall mountain. The average path in Mondstadt, really.
She knew what she wanted to ask, but with all the rush earlier that day, she had failed to think over how to say it. She wanted it to sound the least bit confrontational, after all, she didn’t want to force the other woman to answer if she really didn’t want to.
“Hmm,” Her brows furrowed in thought as she concentrated on a random patch of dirt in the distance. Her mind kept a blank. So she turned back to Eula, her next words said cautiously, “I was wondering… Well, I’ve been wondering for a while now, and of course, you don’t have to give me the answer right now, or ever! And I do like them, I like it very much, I just-“
She cut herself off, and shook her head of the tangent she was about to go on then continued, “You know those three taps you do?” Amber noticed Eula grew stiff, and for a split second, she looked almost panicked. “Is there a meaning behind it?”
Eula looked away. Her reaction alone cemented Amber’s thoughts. There was definitely a reason behind it, but Eula seemed a little uneasy about it…
After a brief silence, Eula croaked, “It’s-“ She coughed, returning her voice to its regular calm (Or, the best she could do under these circumstances). “It’s rather… difficult to explain.”
Amber tilted her head slightly, and with a soft voice, said, “Well, I’m sure I’ll understand. Just throw some words at me and I'll figure it out.”
“Ah, it’s not that…” She paused, effectively cutting herself off, struggling to find the right words, but, after a while, found them. “It’s just difficult on my part.”
Understanding that was difficult for Amber. Wasn’t that just essentially saying the same thing? Regardless, it seemed as though Eula wasn’t comfortable with the conversation, so Amber elected to drop it. “Ah, okay! No worries, no need to tell me. I was just curious is all.”
As an afterthought, she jokingly added, “So long as it’s not something like you hate me, then it’s fine!”
Eula caught her eye and as she did so, her expression shifted to utmost warmth. It was so sudden that it caught Amber off guard, but hadn’t failed to cause a weird butterfly-like sensation within her.
“No, it’s honestly the opposite.” It was spoken so softly, that Amber could feel her cheeks heat up. Ah, the effect the other woman had on her…
“Of hate?” She spluttered like an idiot.
“Yes, what else?” It was feigned annoyance, Amber knew, as she proceeded to cross her arms and jut her chin high with a huff. She was embarrassed. It was adorable.
The overwhelming love in her heart at the sight gave her the answer fairly quickly, although it still took a couple of seconds to register what that meant.
“Love…”
Eula gave a weird reaction, that Amber could only describe as some sort of twitch. She hit the mark.
“Aww, you do it because you love me!” Amber took a couple of steps forward. Eula leaned back, avoiding her gaze yet again. “I love you too, dummy.”
It was only when the light dusting of pink on Eula’s cheeks darkened, that she began to question her conclusions a little. Her friend’s reaction had begun to border on something a little more than just embarrassed…
“Wait, as friends, or…?” She trailed off, feeling a little stupid over having to ask.
But then again, maybe she already had her answer. Maybe Eula only did the taps when she felt love for her, and with the number of times it happened, well…
Eula must love Amber a lot.
Her heart began to speed up, her face was practically burning at this point. She had no clue what to do with her hands. These feelings were intensified when Eula finally spoke, “Amber,” Their eyes met once more, and Amber could see the determination within them. “I have feelings that are nowhere near the platonic kind, but instead they are of the romantic kind. For you, specifically. I no longer view you as a friend, in fact, I haven’t for a while, but perhaps a person I could spend the rest of my life with. I’m in love with you, Amber.”
Oh. Ah, okay. Okay!
Be calm, stay calm, it’s okay. In fact, it’s majorly okay.
Amber felt as though she was going to mentally combust and collapse as all her efforts to remain calm failed immensely.
“Y-you,” She was breathless, combing a hand through her hair. She let out a deep breath, forcing herself to at least appear calm, “I don’t know why I didn’t expect that.”
In hindsight, maybe she had gone through so many rejection scenarios in her mind that the possibility of Eula returning her feelings seemed impossible. But it turns out she was wrong.
Eula was in love with her.
She couldn’t stop the wide smile from spreading across her face. And if it weren’t for the fact she was in the middle of a very serious confession, she probably would have broken out into a giddy dance, a poorly choreographed dance at that, but that didn’t matter.
She felt like jumping, dancing, punching the air, everything.
But before that could happen, she needed to return the confession, and she knew the perfect way how.
She brought her hand up to Eula’s arm.
Tap. Tap. Tap.