@radicbabe: ❛ river’ll never forgive me . ❜
in all fairness, sometimes it’s hard for you to look d.j. in the face. you know she didn’t really have a say in what she was doing, + it wasn’t exactly fun for any of the three of you. easily, though, the strangest part is that all three of you came back. (you didn’t know till after the fact that they had both died. which was awkward. you saw your dad cry when you showed up at the door, apparently days later, dripping wet.) your teeth tear at your bottom lip, gaze drifting off into nowhere. “i mean. you don’t know that. i ... i’ve just been staying home. you know how dad is. but. it’s not ... like you wanted to. it was th’curse. or whatever.”
you run a hand through faded blue locks, lost in thought. news flash, to those wondering: drowning sucks. dying, in general, sucks. but at least since coming back, you haven’t had any sort of migraine. “i might owe y’one, though. you might’ve cured my migraines.” you’re trying to lighten the mood. even though it’s hard, + probably impossible, you want to go back to it being the three of you. best friends. you need that, now more than ever.
accepting.
