@hwayecn
the heart is a fickle thing that skips over the tiniest thing for that one person. in this case, it’s the boy before her all because of a slip of his tongue. purpose or not she can’t tell, but her heart likes to call it a mistake too, because it sounds so much better to say it was a mistake that revealed his inner thoughts. by saying that, it would be so much easier for her to reveal her heart too.
if only though, if only life was that simple and her tongue wasn’t that stubborn all eager to keep words swallowed instead of spitting them out in strings of thought formed sentences. if only she wasn’t so stubborn and wondering what reason he had to feel hurt, though she could guess it had to do with all the read but ignored messages and calls.
“i..yes, thank you it did,” she suddenly finds herself unable to glare at him or even to remotely make eye contact and the wall is suddenly a lot more interesting for her to glance at. there are cracks she has never noticed before scattering the building and she wonders if she stares long enough they’ll begin to seal in her vision.
“we should go get your head checked… you know cause…concussion… that would be bad,” her hand reaches out to comb through her messy hair, pushing it back against her scalp. carefully, second by second she slowly turns back to him to briefly study his features, pretending to forget the mistake he had blurted out earlier. yet her words have softened, briefly but evidently. “or maybe you should sit down somewhere? drink some water?”
Seeing how she had somewhat lighten at his lame joke, he laughs quietly. At least she didn’t seem as mad as she was a couple minutes ago. He reaches down to pick up his phone that was on the floor and looks back at her. ❝ Well, I’m glad that… I’m glad that you’re not hurt anywhere now. I wouldn’t want you to hurt any of your legs… Since… ❞ He trails off a bit as he started to think their past together.
He remembered how they used to be close, their bodies touched as they danced with each other on the ice. How she was the only person that managed to get him to talk to other people more instead of being quiet. To him, she was his everything and he was eventually going to tell her how he felt before his parents made him resign.
He widens his eyes as he snaps back to reality, ❝ Oh– No, It’s fine really.. ❞ He gives her a small nod then proceeds to smile. The headache that he was having wasn’t as bad as he thought it was. ❝ Uh.. Well.. I was going to go to the cafeteria… Maybe… If you want, we can go grab a lunch together or something– That… Sort of counts as sitting down somewhere right? ❞