Haunt me
Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours.
Sylv sipped her earl grey idly, leaning back in her chair. The brisk winds of fall had been stolen away for the cruel onslaught of unforgiving winter, her usual place on the outside of the cafe had a seasonal rotation– now, she enjoyed her drinks by the window, peering out to see the rosy cheeked passerbys. Arms were laden with gifts, hats protected exposed ears. She loved and hated the holidays, both with seemingly the same amount of passion.
Whitebridge would grow quiet and then– silent, that would be her cue to leave, taking nothing but herself back home, into a place that was only hers in name. Still, she drew out the minutes, watching the couples trudge through the snow. A familiar face caught her attention and she nearly lifted her hand to grab his– but it was the figure that his arm was intertwined with that made her pause, lowering her fingers.
James looked happy. If he had smiled for her a hundred times before, she had never seen the expression look as genuine as it did then; despite the glass between them she could almost hear the peals of laughter from him. His companion was someone she didn’t recognize, but the jealousy that struck her was bitter, making the sweetness of her tea feel acrid in her mouth.
He whipped around, finding her in the glass and his lips pursed into a kiss. He was a beautiful boy, he knew it and weaponized it– her reaction was a smile and a wave, before he trudged on down the sidewalk. Light eyes stayed trained on his back until he disappeared. Sylv shook her head; he reminded her of a version of herself that was freer, more alive.
Despite this, she smiled, stirring her spoon in her cup.