@griffinfm
not once did thalia think that coming back home and sliding back into her old life would be a smooth transition. despite plenty of long-distance group facetime calls and an obnoxiously active group chat, it had been hard to keep up with her friends. she had known—the second she stepped off the plane and onto a faded, familiar territory—that things had changed while she was gone. the other night only twisted that feeling in her gut, as she was forced to realize that she couldn’t just fix their problems the way she used to. no pseudo therapy sessions. no apology muffins. no motherly lectures. she understands, as she parks her car on the side of the beach, that things have changed a little bit. or that maybe, she’s changed. but she doesn’t want to think about that. she just wants to be there for her friends.
she knows adam will be here. at least, she hopes so. she’s driven all around town hoping to spot him, to bump into him on a fully-planned accident. but as the sand shifts beneath her feet, lia knows that this long walk out to the rather secluded spot seems like anything but an accident. sure enough, he’s out there, in his usual spot, just as she had expected. the beach is quiet where they are, and the waves drown out all the other sounds. it’s so quiet that she isn’t quite sure what to say as she takes a seat next to him in the sand, kicking off her sandals and crossing her legs. even if they just sit there in silence, she’ll be content—she needs adam to know that she’s not going anywhere, even if he tries to push her away. “hey, dingus,” she says, burying her hands in the sand at her sides. “whatcha’ up to?”















