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text → rebeckaiya

Ewan: Hey, Rebecca.

Ewan: Can I ask you a question?

#u do not have to write rebeckaiya every time this time lmfao #c: kaiya #text: kaiya #kaiyaeldridge

closed for: @kaiyaeldridge

location: carnival.

“Don’t even try it,” she warned, six dollars lost and no prize in hand. “I’m pretty sure it’s rigged. I’ve dropped six dollars and a lot of skill. Still empty handed.” All she’d wanted was to win something for Grace, but clearly not even a small prize would be coming home with her. “If you think you can do any better, go for it. I used to be amazing at the ring toss back in the day. My parents would always let me be the one to do the tossing and guess who came home with a goldfish every single time. Me. it was me,” she continued on, stepping back for someone else to have a turn. “If you win anything, I’ll stand corrected and accept that I just don’t have it anymore. If you don’t, well, point proven.”

#kaiyaeldridge

WHERE: the docks. WHO: @kaiyaeldridge & ewan.

Despite the warmth creeping up his neck and flooding into his cheeks, he’d grabbed a sweater on the way out. He tugged it around his thin frame as he walked, blinking hard at the ground as he did and thought, not for the first time, that this probably wasn’t his finest moment. He wasn’t drunk-- he wasn’t even tipsy, really-- but he had found bravery in the bottom of his glass and behind a phone screen that he simply didn’t possess face to face. A million scenarios ran through his mind, each one growing more and more daunting until his teeth were chattering in anticipation. There was nothing waiting for him but heartbreak and answers he was beginning to think he didn’t actually want.

But his feet stayed the path even as his mind wandered. And maybe somewhere in his subconscious, that part had been intentional, because the moment he thought about talking himself out of it, he was there.

His heart was suddenly pounding in his throat and he was half sure he was going to be sick. He tried to pretend he couldn’t see her out of the corner of his eye. From here, she was still too out of focus to pull any discerning features. From here, she could still be anyone. Ignorance had never sounded so blissful.

He crossed his arms tightly across his chest and took a deep breath. Only when drawing the moment out became too torturous did he turn to face her.

Her face rang with familiarity but it took a moment to place her. There were still several feet to close between them, but once he located the memory, he could recall it in perfect detail. She’d looked him in the face and he’d had no idea. How stupid he must have looked to her, prattling on about books like a doe-eyed child. He wanted to be angry but all he could seem to think about was that he couldn’t recall her name. As he closed the remaining space between them, he realized he was going to have to say something. His mouth was dry and his mind went blank and he simply stuck out his hand and, in a very small voice, said, “Hey. I’m Ewan. Nice to finally meet you.”