@crushplush | s.c.
Basil isn’t entirely sure what he’s expecting when he sees Aubrey passing by the bench that he’s sitting on in the park. Things were supposed to be better right now, right? He should at least try to say hello to her. But a creeping sense of dread comes into the back of his mind. That things will just go back to the normal of these past four years, and that making himself as small as possible would probably be the best course of action here. If she didn’t notice, it would probably be okay...
But then he remembers what he should probably be doing. Mending things, making life better for himself, and hopefully for other people. It was the least that he could do in the moment. If it didn’t work well... He probably deserved it, it was probably for the right reasons this time, so he shouldn’t really be fighting it. So here went nothing, or maybe everything.
“Hey, Aubrey!” he calls out, still not moving from the spot. He’s not sure what to expect, but at the very least he’s come to terms with some parts of it before this began, so he wouldn’t have to just sit with it.