the brunette wanders off as she pleases, comes and goes, seemingly with little to no care for the people around her as she drifts back and forth. desperate to find her place in the world, to locate the missing piece of the puzzle. consumed by an itching restlessness and longing for someone, something, she has yet to identify, driven by a deep running sense of loneliness disguised as wanderlust. still, she has the nerve to shamelessly pop up unexpectedly, three am, signature knock against the wooden surface as she impatiently rocks back and forth on worn out docs. he can’t let her in fast enough. off the grid for two whole weeks, all she craves is for him to wrap his arms around her again and to breathe in the familiar scent of his shirt. so naturally she gravitates towards him, looking to ground herself, finds solace and comfort in the thought of him after coming down from a high — the only current resemblance of something stable in her life. she’s ready to assess the degree of damage control needed as the door flings open. ‘ surprise ! ’ she’s made persuasion into an art form, highly doubts she’ll have an issue sweet talking her way through the entrance once more. still she expects some type of initial resistance, prompts her to demand space instead, fingers curing around the frame to keep it from being shut close in her face , movement almost sneaky. ‘ before you say anything, i got you something. ’ hands digging through her backpack, a small keychain with the neighboring state flag soon dangling from her index finger, gives it a small wiggle to demonstrate the different colors reflecting depending on how the outdoor light hits the surface. has made it a habit to bring shitty, low-price gift shop items from wherever she disappears to to make amends, hoping to prompt forgiveness with the small gesture. ‘ cool, huh ? ’
