bridges.
infjiâ.
âitâs so boring, mai,â he says â- with a sigh and a slight laugh, as if to say youâre so boring, mai. this is so boring, mai. waiting for you is so boring, mai. did i expect anything else? and really, it just comes out of him. stumbles past his lips. slips out of his tongue. whatever you want to call being too tired to even think of what to say.
and itâs not the sleepy kind of tired, not the school deadlines are unreasonable tired, not swim practice until twelve tired. because suji is very much awake, probably more so now than he has been for the past few weeks.
but this is draining his energy â- being around her, wanting to be around her, trying to spend time with her and feeling like heâs bothering her.
and itâs not that he thinks sheâs boring. in fact, he thinks sheâs one of the most interesting people in the world. itâs just that this is boring. waiting is boring, and heâs always been a little restless, and sheâs always kept him waiting.
sheâs an observant girl. she has to be. so while the message behind his words is sort of blurred, she still picks up on the fact that there is something behind them. her grip around the can tightens slightly, tiny beads of condensation slowly trailing down her wrist.
âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â it comes out in a sharper tone than she intended, or maybe she did mean for it to sound like that. accusatory. frankly, she doesnât care â well, she shouldnât care. thereâs no point in trying to patch things up at this rate. let the bridges burn for all she cares.
though, thatâs funny, because as much as mai doesnât want to, she does care deep down. yet, true to her nature, her priorities are skewed. they are in the wrong order, as they always have been. sheâs in the wrong here and sheâs well aware of why that is. she wonât deny it. but she wonât bring it up either.Â














