` astray, a&a
` slyantonios
Shoulders collide and Annelise finds herself hunched over, gathering all the fallen books in her arms. The empty corridor wasn’t as ‘empty’ as she had assumed, especially with the overwhelming presence of him – the one and only. They hadn’t ended on good terms, and so to say, they haven’t spoken since she’d last return from home from the Addilyn estate. And the only regret she has was having ever met him. Her fingers curl at the sight of him; she wanted to run away, she didn’t want to face him because she knew what was coming. She knew she would get it and obviously it wasn’t the good kind. She wrapped her arms around her books securely, as to remedy what was anticipated.
“Uhm, sorry.” “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
Lips tug awkwardly, signifying her departure but before heels could turn, her head elevates to look at him. Her eyes shape apologetically, as if attempting to redeem herself. She was wrong to have ever left without a word but she was merely a puppet on stage. An emotion that had her held by its strings, porcelain dolls with ragged hands pull up to bring a stray strand of hair back behind her ear and her orbs drop. The words clutter, in an augmenting storm inside of her, it’s brewing consistently and she finds herself almost, as tempting as it would be, to vigorously shout what was hanging off her mind. But she couldn’t. She knew that the Slytherin would just label it as another one of her excuses. She had always assumed that he never cared, never cared about anything that involved the two - especially when it came to her. She had always assumed that whatever she chose to do, he wouldn’t care. With set precedents prior to him, her assumptions were the same, and time and time again she would ask herself why, but the only answer she could ever pry out of herself was a lift of her shoulder. She didn’t know why. Heavy limbs ease as his shadow casts over her own, sentimentally, she felt herself sinking, drowning into her own guilt and her fists loosen. And her lips lose track of time, gaping for dear life.
“I’ll be more careful next time.” “Have a nice day.. Antonios.”
She couldn’t do it. Annelise just couldn’t do it.