@flynnxcarver
Anika-as-Ellie was sitting on the front step outside Flynn’s house by the time he showed up, having dismissed an offer from some winged guy she barely recognized to come inside to wait. “I’ll wait,” she had told him, and then stayed put, staring at the nearest streetlight and trying not to think about the fact that she’d fucked up. I kissed him while I looked like me, and there’s no way in hell I’m gonna buy my own excuses. ‘Wanting to push him away’. Like hell it’s that simple.
And she’d actually been hurt when he snapped that he hated her, even though some part of her knew it was Flynn bloody whatshisname, who was too good to hate anybody. This was getting too complicated. There weren’t supposed to be actual feelings involved, but being caught between playing her own part in a conversation with him while he texted Ellie - Jesus Christ, he even got a bloody fond look on his face while texting her. Ellie. Someone who didn’t exist. It wouldn’t be so bad if Anika wasn’t totally aware that she’d felt guilt, and awful self-directed disgust in response. “Fuck,” she mumbled, rubbing at the location of one of her usual, currently absent, piercings. “Fuck.”