status: closed, for @cloudrisens location: elevators at their bougie apt building <3
𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, dally has quickly learned. home can still feel like hell. realtors fail to notify you upon what lurks beyond the walls your own overpriced apartment… no matter how garnished it is in luxury it’s still haunted by what he wishes to escape. dally misses the sanctity of the few weeks he’d been spared of the knowledge of her presence, waltzing through the halls as clueless as possible, he almost felt expunged from the hole in his heart. now all he can fixate on is calling his lawyer, figuring out how to get out of a lease, burrow his way out of his own hurt. at least he’s never run into her, that is, until then. of course it’s the elevator, he’s never had any semblance of luck, just fortune. the familiar clank of her heels against the hall floor alerts him, as well as the cloud of perfume that coils around her. he can still remember the way it smelled against his pillowcases. for a moment something inside of him clenches, maybe his heart, or maybe it’s fear, sometime they both feel the very same. even still, his finger goes for the ‘close’ button immediately, pressing incessantly but too slowly as she settles in beside him. he wonders, if he holds his breath maybe she won’t notice at all. he practices, tense, lips parted in a panic, heart galloping in his chest. the doors shut, and the silence envelops them. i’m safe, he thinks for a moment. it’s the fucking dog that gives him away, yapping in greeting after sniffing at pant leg, stepping across his italian leather shoes. she’d always hated how much affection cricket harbored for dally, who would hand feed him as though he were a baby, and allow him to nap on his chest. all at once, he knows she knows, and all he can do is sigh, defeatedly. how long can he run away from heartbreak before he has to look at it, at her in the face?
“you have taste after fucking all, i guess.”
