I don't cry. In fact, I'm power-walking the f**k out of there as soon as Pearl cups the back of Lapis' head because I'm not stupid, and I know how chronology works. First, Pearl will hold her, second, she will kiss her, and third, Lapis will ultimately forget the one f*****g thing I asked of her and kiss back.
And if I had to see that, I probably would cry.
I keep my hands jammed in my pockets to conceal the fact that they're clenched hard enough to make my knuckles even paler. It's been a total of twenty minutes, and I already want to go home. Saying I agreed to this would be stretch; it was more like I was forcefully compelled.
Of course, whether or not I gave my affirmative consent doesn't really matter now, because Pearl obviously doesn't intend to leave, and Lapis obviously doesn't
