Sacrifice :: Miria :: [Accidental video] ((Better late than never ^ ^;;))

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[The feed shows Miria awkwardly attempting to bandage her own arm, plasters and a bottle of antiseptic in view of the blackberry. She can't remember the last time she was physically hurt this much, this is probably a first for her. Most of the cuts and bruises are on her face, chest and arms, dried blood stained across her shirt. As the bandaging attempt fails miserably, she throws the gauze down in childlike frustration, wincing as she catches one of the larger lacerations that runs from her shoulder to her elbow.

She wipes her eyes, trying to stop herself from crying so that her tears don't sting her facial injuries]

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[In Person]

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

[She blinks at him for a moment, trying to think of what he means. When she realizes, she isn't sure whether to keep smiling or not, As she thinks of how to answer, she puts her hand on her own chest]

..um..it still hurts a lot..but it's okay

[She tries to give him a big smile, but it wavers]

It's fine~

[In Person]

[shy-blade.livejournal.com]

You're hurt.

[He lowers his hand and tries to understand why she's trying to hide the pain.]

Sometimes....it helps to cry....to heal.

[He didn't want to push her and if she asked him to leave, he would do so without any questions asked.]

[In Person]

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

[What made it worse was that he was right. All she wanted to do was cry. But she also knew it wouldn't change anything. She takes a deep breath]

I know, but it's okay~

[In Person]

[shy-blade.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[He know that look when someone misses another. The fact that she shrugged it off caused him to nod but he didn't smile. Instead of staying in the room with her, he decided it was time to leave so she could recover without his presence.]

Thank you.

[He started to move toward the door.]

[In Person]

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

[When he moves towards the door, Miria also gets to her feet

Oh, you're leaving?

Okay, well, you're welcome~ [She smiles]

[In Person]

[shy-blade.livejournal.com]

[He had to turn around. Something stopped him from walking out the door which made him look at her. His expression was sympathetic and sincere.]

I'm your friend.

[In Person]

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

[Her own expression becomes more serious, before she smiles in her childlike way]

I'm glad~

[In Person]

[shy-blade.livejournal.com]

[He gave another smile before he turned toward the door and walked toward his room.]