❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞
short stories: my favorite kind of poetry meme.
the beginnings of what was undoubtedly morning dew had begun to soak into his back, spine pressed against wet earth while he squinted up at the darkness. 4 am was fast approaching, elena's campus had been silent for hours. drunken students all had ambled on to their destinations hours ago, but the pair had found themselves settled on the quad. drunk (or crossfaded in tristan's case) and content, they'd filled the space with comfortable conversation for the past few hours. though, when elena's confession had slipped he momentarily tensed, gaze locked forward (the sudden sensation that he couldn't look in her direction creeping up on him).
he wished he'd known her earlier too. maybe everything would be different. maybe he wouldn't be plagued by this constant ache all the time. maybe he never would've gotten with kat, never would've had his heart broken. maybe he'd be in college, living up to his full potential. maybe he wouldn't need oxy to justify getting out of bed. maybe he wouldn't be stuck between needing to feel numb all the time, but also needing to just feel something. and that was just his end --- what about everything that had happened to elena? he didn't ask, never felt like it was the right thing to do. but sometimes she let little things slip, and she'd been through a lot. more than he could possible imagine. how different would things be for her too?
if they'd met earlier, would they be here lying wasted on the quad at 4 am?
"me too." the words were quiet, barely above a whisper. "d'ya think we should head back to your dorm soon?"