from here.
the stars make her feel safe. they’re always there, they never leave, they follow a pattern. they might change every few months, but they’re still there at the end of the night. people aren’t always so reliable and she’s learned that lesson the hard way, but maybe that lesson could be . . . unlearned as well. the grass is still dewy from the day’s rain and carson makes it a point to put down a blanket before they lay down --- she knows he isn’t big on rain and always pointedly makes a joke if he’s worried it’ll mess up his hair.
“ you are ? no one’s -- ” she cuts herself off. no one’s ever said that to her. of course, it isn’t a lie, no one has ever said that to her, and carson doubts they ever will again. but she won’t deny the sentiment ; it makes her feel unreliable to her friends if she denies, denounces years of love and affection given to her. no, she couldn’t do that. she’s had plenty of intimate heart - to - heart moments with bex and layla, this was no different. they weren’t exactly categorized under ‘ no one. ’ the thought is pushed aside. “ yeah, look at us. look at you, feeling human emotions. relaxing, even ! i didn’t know your frown could disappear. ” / @courgonborn.
