- ̗̀ TAYLOR SWIFT “FOLKLORE”. / accepting !
@likebreathing sent : and when i break, it’s in a million pieces
❛❛ KAT . . . ❜❜ Her tone is strained, and there’s PAIN in her eyes. Her mind flicks back to the email Kat had sent her. She’d had to read it three times just to let everything sink in, and with every word her eyes passed over, her mind had delved DEEPER into her memory. It’s as if everything clicked into place. Kat’s disappearance last year, her display of ERRATIC behaviour over the last couple of months ; Jenn’s not entirely sure how m u c h of it had to do with Kat’s bipolar, but she knows it’s not her place to judge her for her actions. After all, they’d both fucked up in their own separate ways.
Jenn places a hand over Kat’s, the crease between her brows smoothing as she gives her fingers a gentle squeeze. ❛❛ You know, if you’d told me, I wouldn’t have judged you, ❜❜ she says, her tone reassuringly gentle. She can almost see the weight bearing down on Kat’s shoulders, and she wonders why she never noticed them before. They're so OBVIOUS to her now. Like she’d been wearing b l i n k e r s and they’d finally been taken off. ❛❛ You’re my best friend, Kat. And I know I’ll never fully understand what you’re going through, but if I’d known, I would have been there for you. You needed someone to see and I froze you out, and I’m so sorry. ❜❜
She stares at their hands, at the bedspread, at the plush carpet beneath her feet. TRANSPARENCY had always been something of a silence promise between them, but Jenn had kept her own secrets, too. Hypocritical wouldn’t even begin to describe her if she decided to hold GRUDGE over it for the rest of all time. ❛❛ Fuck. Thirteen years of friendship, and Justin Davis was the straw that broke the camel’s back. ❜❜
