chris has been sitting at the same table in the same coffee shop for like an hour by now, & his head still isn’t cleared. he doesn’t even know how to fucking feel anymore honestly, everything just a blurry mix of emotions. he’s been losing track of things, missing them, really. he’s managing school, but nothing feels like enough anymore. he just wishes he could get an outlet for all these fucked up thoughts, but he doesn’t have one.
it’s times like these where he misses his friends the most. he’s fiercely loyal, protective at his best. & maybe that’s his biggest flaw because with a big heart leaves a lot of room for damage. & after the shit on the mountain happened, everything just fell apart, & maybe it’s his fault for things ending between him & ashley; a relationship built upon trauma wouldn’t last when chris was reclused into himself, hid in a shell. he hasn’t talked to her, not in a really long time ( again, his fault -- ).
he barely looks up anymore when he hears the door of the coffee shop open, but he pauses when he hears a far too familiar timber as he finally glances up from the textbook page he’s been staring at for fifteen minutes now. he waits until the girl has her drink, until she’s standing looking for a place to sit, before he lifts a hand to beckon her over. “ashley --” he calls softly, gesturing, “you can sit here. if you want.” / @gingersncpx
