& KASI / @kasitho said “ 💏 from kasi for weachie boi ”
in terms of physical pain , peaches could easily say his back ‘cause he’s old , his neck .. also ‘cause he’s old , his lower bicep where it always used to be bruised , cheek bone where he collided with vic head-on accidentally earlier in the day , hands from drumming with split calluses , knuckles bruised from general distress . the list goes on , from head to toe , peaches could find some part of him that ached physically . in fact , the blond could make it even easier on himself and just say everywhere , everywhere , and move onto his next thing . it used to be worse when he used --- everything ached more during the small off periods when he wasn’t high , and now , sober and clean for eight months , he finds his body physically feeling fine .
he calls her when it happens , everything rushing over him in a sudden wave that has him begging to use someone’s card and ------------ aching again . the high was short lived , disgusted at his ravenous feast of white powder until nose is bleeding and he finds it hard to move . kasi gets there in record time . had he been high for a moment longer he would find a flare of anger boiling deep in marrow --- she knew he wouldn’t last being clean , she waited for him to fuck up again , it was the only reason she was ever so close by . no --- she loves you , that’s why she came quick . probably stole vic’s car and ran it over eight curbs in the process . the thought pulls a bellowing laugh from his chest as his front door slams open , kasi calling for him through the house until finding him in the living room . pristine white carpet tainted with flecks of blood , wiping nose , wiping hands , trying to stand up , losing his balance . can’t feel his legs . everywhere , everywhere . peaches is almost entirely sure that physical pain is what the brunette means when she finds him , blood from nose matching now watery eyes , propped up against the back of the sofa . he blames his tears on how beautiful and sad she looks , yearning to lift a hand and cup her cheek , but the blood ... no , he doesn’t want to gross her out however it’s nearly dried by now .
hand finds hers , brought up to rest at the center of his chest . “ there . ” voice cracks , body shifting under the weight of the single word . he knew that she was aware of the internalized suffering ; they both shared it to a certain degree , kasi maybe even slightly moreso than the other . he didn’t want to discount her feelings or make the situation about him -- no , but she asked , so he shall answer with the utmost honestly .
“ peaches , your chest ? your heart ? is that what hurts ? ” another huff of laughter escapes him , shaking his head as arms move to wrap loosely around her middle . he settles her on his lap though hands wearily remain off to the wide where the mess can’t consume her : she’s always looked too pristine to ever be around a mess of a person like him . it’s wherein his laughter stops for a second that he feels the kiss to his chest , a choked sob finally wracking through him in almost violent shutters . he still nearly sounds like he’s laughing .
“ everywhere. everywhere . everywhere . ”