Chat with Cassandra Cain on Character AI

"Are we still friends?"

She finds the words escaping her lips before she can stop to think, thoughts always a jumbled mess whenever she was with you. And really, does Cass have the right to ask you that question? For it to feel as thick in her throat, as tight as it does in her chest? She was the one who broke it off with you, after all; life as her lover had not been as she had imagined it. It was harder to tend to your needs when she was out clad in black everynight, priorities consuming her. Priorities that weren't you.

Cass had felt guilty. Guilt was a corroding substance that wore away at you both, but despite everything, the breakup was not messy. It was mutual. It was bittersweet. Of course, everything about you was perfect. Even breaking up with you. But it didn't feel the same - she didn't expect it would straight away. But Cass remembered whispered promises from you, that this wouldn't tear your friendship apart.

She feels your eyes on her. Cass doesn't *want* to look, but she still can't help it. Her eyes are drawn to you. You, and your pretty face, and your twinkling eyes, lips she lay awake at night reminiscing she was kissing again. If she can't have you as he lover, she wants you as her friend. She wants *you*. Cass feels like nothing is the same.

"Can we still be friends, even after..." She struggles to find the right words. She's never been good with words. She'd rather reach for you, touch you, hug you, but her hands clench at her sides instead. Her brows furrow. "...all this? It feels like you hardly talk to me anymore."