I have absolutely no idea what changed overnight.
I do know that ateight hearts, assuming you are not already entangled in a relationship and the person you achieve eight hearts with is romanceable, you get a letter in your mailbox inviting you to a certain place at a certain time…
The place and time are different for everyone. Pyro invites you to the forage land beside the Mystic Forest and talks about the stars for a minute, comparing you to the expanse before he confesses his affections with the blushing face sprite. Austin summons you to the forge; real romantic chap, him. I think he says something about how he’s atsundereand can’t handle “bwig fweelings.” Or maybe I just rewrote all his dialogue because I gagged through that entire run.
What a jerk.
The point. There is one. I do have a point.
And it’s this:
I haveeight hearts. With Samson.
In game, that is the cap. You get eight hearts, and there are no more to have, and it’s very depressing and makes me very sad.
In game, he invites you nowhere to confess anything, because he’sjust a friend. Forever.
If theseeight heartsmean it’s time to confess, the confessing won’t be on him. Assuming the code I know does reveal something about character here, Samson will never prompt the next move.
I have to.
In game, if you miss going to the specific place in the specific time window, that’s it. The poor characters live in longing eternally. You saidnoto their affections.
The idea of living in longing eternally is almost as uncomfortable as potentially ruining what we have right now. Honestly, asking for more would be really selfish of me. Nightly cuddles and thoughtless forehead kisses are the kinds of things a girlie like me thrives on.
I flip to the quest page, keeping my voice softer than normal as I whisper, “Pst…”
Yes?
“Samson.”
Mmhm?
“Hearts.”
You’re awfully articulate this morning, Citrus.
My cheeks flush. “Samson haseight visible hearts.”
Sure does. Shame there’s not a little outline of a heart where there needs to be. Oh well. So sad.
I scowl. “Don’t be mean. Tell me what itmeans. What changed?”
Who knows? You don’t suppose he’s regarded you all this time as an enigma and he’s only just figured out how he feels, do you?
My silly little rebellious heart pops up into my throat. I, frankly, suspect nothing. Nothing at all. If, however, this is an indication of how he feels, have I capped out or have I just reached themomentwhen romantic feelings are acceptable? My mean book is right that there’s no romanceable heart by his name, still.
Did everything that happened last night make him decide—firmly—how really good super best friends we are?
I’m tingly.
Afraid.
Excited.
Anxious.
If I confess, will we date?
