I'm sorry, Carla," you begin. "Breaking up with you was a mistake. I want to get back together."
Carla draws back in surprise—and almost instantly tries to cover the surprise with anger. But she doesn't quite make it, and instead just lowers her head so that she isn't looking at you anymore. "You hurt me, Pika Shimon Capela." It's so hard for Carla to say it that it's almost like a physical pain. But you know Carla well enough to know she almost never admits to being sad or scared or anything other than strong and loud and rebellious. How much does it take for her to be able to open up like that?
A lot. And only ever to the people she is the absolute closest to in the world. Like her grandmother.
And you.