The last day of the festival

I stayed like that for a while. It seemed as though everything I believed about her had betrayed me. After hearing what she said, it shouldn't come off as shocking given her harsh nature. Yet the days we'd spent together had led me to think that there was sincerity and compassion in her actions. Like the day she cared for me at the Ventus camp. I guessed it was all an act, just as she said. 

Why was I feeling so hurt anyway? I'd never know. But it affected me more greatly than I thought. Suppose it was because I assumed I'd found someone who I can treat like a sister? Then how naïve of me for thinking like that. She'd never even saw me as a friend. Her helping me from those men at the tavern, her words of encouragement when Sein and I avoided each other and everything else. It had all been a lie so she could get close to us. I didn't hate her, no. I hated this aching chest for accepting her words so strongly. I hated these treacherous tears for falling down nonstop.