the span between months felt longer in your twenty-somethings; that was a moniker kk had learned, much too quickly and much too soon. even longer when you're alone, when faces present in the polaroids lining your wall faded into nothing but memories. the fact alone provided fodder for her reaction, a hitched breath, stifled behind stiff lips while her eyes still betrayed her. she could see him across the way, roots grown out when her own fingers were no longer able to slather a scalp in peroxide— surprisingly, and stupidly, the first thing kk thought of upon seeing baby. not anger, not even grief, just memory. " didn't see you on the rsvp list, " curt, to the point, a matter of fact when her feelings veered towards anything but objective. " your sister said you weren't even in town. " @bandbaby
