location : the bluffs. time : approx. 3:12PM open to : @onimpact !
❛ i’m not going to apologize. ❜ an entry without preamble, sharp — down to the very point. something akin to a scowl takes shape in the purse of her lips, in the furrow of her brow ; she isn’t sure what it is that she expected, having concocted a hazy, far - off sketch of reintroduction in the far corners of her mind, but she’s certain that it wasn’t this. ❛ i’m not going to apologize because chicago sucked without you, and you just assumed that i was going to be here, and you never even picked up the phone and thought to ask — and that’s fucked, alena. that’s fucked and you know it. ❜ and at the proverbial crossroads, they stand ; it bothers her in a way she wishes it hadn’t, aching like a bruise, and here she is, pinching at the edges to bring the color back to the surface. ❛ you could have called, or texted, or fuck, sent me a letter. and you didn’t, so i’m stuck trying to figure out what i did wrong. ❜