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no 17: champagne problems by taylor swift 🎶
public transportation is its own special form of hell. it's creepy in that liminal space kind of way, and it's crowded and somehow too quiet and too loud at the same time. lizzy always figured that her own personal hell would take place in a subway station, but this...
this is a little too on the nose, if you ask her.
they try not to look at devin, but it's sort of hard when she's sitting right. there. just a few seats ahead, one aisle over. old emotions that lizzy never really knew how to deal with bubble up and stew in their chest like heartburn. she tries not to think about the polaroid buried in a shoebox somewhere underneath her bed, but, well. say "pink elephant" and you think of a pink elephant, or whatever.
and then, because of course lizzy was staring, they make eye contact and her heart jumps into her throat even as she looks away. shit, shit, shit.