Akatsuki2011

"I'm going to tell them." It's probably the thousandth time you've said that in the time span of about a year, but this time you really mean it. You're positive. Elizabeta sits up, placing her chin in the palm of her hand and propping her elbow up on her mattress as she looks at you. "For real this time?" She asks, because she knows your habit of chickening out at the last second. You nod. "Yes." You turn your gaze from the ceiling of Elizabeta's room to the Hungarian girl lying next to you. "I think when we've reached this stage, I kind of have to tell them." She nods slowly, though she looks worried. She has a reason to, of course. "Jus