( as soon as he backed up, the girl’s heart sank; why was he avoiding her…? was it because he kissed Rosalina? did he like her? was she really that ridiculous? she exhaled a sigh and simply walked past him, walking into her room, and throwing herself onto the bed. )
if you feel that way, then so be it.
(As he felt her pass him, his heart ached even further. Did he just mess up again? He couldn’t even… do anything right…
Luigi grabbed at his heart in terrible heartbreak agony. Oh, Daisy, Daisy… What did he do wrong? Now he wanted to talk to her, knowing that he somehow hurt her, and not knowing why…
He was such a confused mess. That’s all he was.
He hesitated. Should he pursue her? Would he just make it worse? He had a good habit of doing that, apparently. This whole week nothing turned out the way he wanted it to. He shouldn’t have even visited Rosalina today… No, wait. Guilt swarmed throughout him again. He left her behind. He didn’t even stick around to make sure she was okay after he shocked her and burned her.
…
Wait, how did he end up in front of Daisy’s guest room?
He stared blankly at the doorknob. Should he try to talk to her? Maybe he should just leave… maybe everyone would be better off without him around…
…
He knocked once…
… and then fell apart sobbing before Daisy could even answer.)
