@helaughs!
a mimicking pout takes over his face before dissolving into laughter– a laugh that lasts until he noticed genuine hurt dance across her face. flashbacks to when she’d confronted him about what he’d done to her and jonas cross his mind; shaking his head to get rid of them, he leans down to make better eye contact with her. ‘ eva ! what are you talking about ? of course we’re friends ! ’ a grin spreads across his face in a concerted effort to get the girl to stop looking so forlorn. ‘ why are you so sad ? ’
❝ BECAUSE I MISS YOU. ❞ a slur reft with candour, nostalgia dusting the trail of slipping fingers from stretched hem. the previous resent and hurt once settled in the vestibule of a sinner’s heart has been eradicated — to hold onto such feelings would be HYPOCRITICAL; hadn’t she done something underhand once in taking her best friend’s boyfriend? perhaps it was the most ironic form of karmic retribution.
frown quickly alleviated by FRENETIC laughter; memory of flourished rot washed away with a mouthful of warm beer, and she pulling him close again, clumsy in her calculations to press the rose of her cheek against his. ❝ don’t you miss me, isak? ❞