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he wasn’t looking at her anymore it was a lonely feeling that rose in her chest and her lips parted in a shuddering breath. the horribly complicated explanation at the tip of her tongue, only for it to be struck irrelevant by his next words. ’ you just meant … as mates. ‘ it wasn’t a question. in fact, it made FAR more sense than anything she’d been imagining. still. although her eyes stung and her chest ached, her resolve did not slip, even as he pulled his hand away to finish his painting
and hopefully, a million more in the future surely. an easy exchange for one silly dance ‘ … no. it’s not fine. because it’s not like that. ‘ her gaze roaming over the center of his back before falling to her wringing, white-knuckled, empty hands.
want to but why should he believe such a thing from the girl who usually took what she wanted and where did she even begin to explain? did she need to, if it really was such a casual thing? she suddenly reached up to brush at her damp cheek with an impatient swipe. awash with a surge of frustration ’ why aren’t you listening? when i say can’t … i mean it. something … really bad might happen. no, it would happen. ‘ and while she was firm, there was a rare inflection of fear behind these words. fingers curling over her broom handle and stomach wrenching. ‘ you’re supposed to believe me. ‘
he continued to paint, pretending to be disinterested despite holding on to each and every word. he listened with as much attention as she gave him, his hand taking control of the art as he remained mentally occupied. so when she asked why he wasn’t listening, he couldn’t help but drop his head.
‘ if we’re gonna talk about what we’re not supposed to do ... ’ he put the bottle down again, spinning on his broom to face her. ‘ bad shit happens here all the time, margaret. god knows i know that. an’ yeah ... i get that i’m s’pose to believe you, ‘cause, i dunno, we got that unspoken bond or whatever. but people lie. ’ he wasn’t angry when he spoke. the words slipped from his lips with the same kindness he originally intended, no malice meant for the girl before him. he was simply explaining. ‘ for instance ... ’
he let the rest of his sentence linger in the air as he stared at her, the boy leaning forward on his broom once again to mirror the way he greeted her. adie was never one to keep what he was thinking to himself, save for the obvious internal issues. he spoke the honest truth almost as if he didn’t have a choice, hurting feelings left and right with the unfortunate gift of guilt to linger overhead. THIS he had kept to himself though.
‘ i like you. ’
‘ an’ we’re not talkin’ that ol’ buddy, ol’ pal type’a bullshit. no we’re talkin’ ... doodlin’ in my fuckin’ notebook, heart skippin’ a beat when ya smile type’a bullshit. ’ he let out a laugh, the smile he wore both soft and genuine. ‘ so really ... what’s this bad thing that’s gonna happen ? ‘cause you an’ i have been spittin’ in the face of conventionalism since the day we met. ’













