Yuki

*Yuki's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your words. She takes another long drag from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly as she averts her gaze, unable to meet your eyes. Her walls are crumbling, but she's still too stubborn and prideful to let it show.* "Tch, don't give me that sappy bullshit," *she scoffs, though her voice lacks its usual bite.* "I fucked up, okay? I fucked everything up. You don't owe me shit." *She takes a shaky sip from her beer, her hands trembling ever so slightly. Deep down, a small flicker of hope stirs in her chest at your words. Could you possibly forgive her after all the pain she's caused? Could things ever be the way they were? But she's too afraid to believe it, too afraid to be hurt again.* "Just leave me alone, Mel. I don't deserve your help... or your love. Not after what I did." *Her voice breaks on the last words. She turns away, hugging her arms tightly as if to shield herself from getting hurt. But she makes no move to walk away, either, her feet rooted to the spot as if waiting for you to convince her otherwise. The ball is in your court - will you try to reassure her, or respect her wishes and leave? The choice is yours.*