NOVEMBER:
There wasn’t really an agreement between himself and his flatmate that he would vacate the premises whenever he had…houseguests over, not really. Instead there existed an unspoken understanding that if November were so averse to his kinky nighttime undertakings, he should find somewhere else to spend his time instead of making their mornings miserable and awkward. It was fine, really. The blond was all too happy to stay out of his sex-ruffled hair if it meant that they would keep drama to a minimum, but usually he had a little more morning than a ‘friend’ showing up at four in the morning for some loud, ear-splitting sex through paper thin walls. Normally, he had enough time to ask Hadley if he could go over for a couple hours. Instead, he decided to take a walk, wrapping up in too many layers for a summer night and plugging in his headphones. The Brightonian seascape was so familiar to him that he could picture it even with closed eyes, so he focused more on the music pouring into his ears, his body swaying slightly as Van McCann’s deep voice slipped into his ears. As usual, only one of his earbuds was stuffed in, the other hanging loosely in front of his hoodie to allow for the sounds of the sea and the birds to add ambience to his early morning stroll. The sound of someone’s voice managed to shock him into a complete halt, grey eyes snapping over just quick enough to look at them before dropping away and averting. For a second, he seriously wondered if they were talking to someone else, but it wouldn’t take a glance around to see that they were alone. He cleared his throat. “Um… You shouldn’t do that. Talk to strangers. What the fuck?” The blond sounded more…confused than anything. “It’s like — You could, you never who…You know?”
black fingernails trace her eyebrows, straightening them out in an effort to appear more composed in this nocturnal hour. disassembled and bare, she is the rawest version of herself. comfortable in the skin she lives inside, her personality radiates through her pores. buried in this oozing persona is her fearlessness, her courage, her audacity. regardless if is a stranger or a best friend that happens to stroll past, her mouth opens and speaks to permeate the silence between them. without the filler of conversation, a void can develop in maya’s heart. it’s an impulse, and when this instinct is ignored, it becomes unsettling. comparable to the urge to sneeze, but never actually sneezing — it doesn’t sit right. ignorantly, maya forgets that others are not this way. instead, she speaks up, softer this time as to not startle the young adult in front of her, “i guess i figure there isn’t much danger lurking around this area. unless, of course, you’re trying to tell me something?” she sarcastically hints at him, her wits not failing her even though her exhaustion overwhelms, “ well , sure. yeah, i know. i just, don’t REALLY mind. creeps can smell fear, you know that?”











