@vowmaker : ❝ if you are going to make me say it out loud, i miss you. ❞ °
they had fought . an argument more like , but it was effective enough to where they both removed themselves from the situation . that was a fortnight ago . she doesn't even remember what it was about anymore , which only meant that it had been a ridiculous argument . since then there had been no letters from either of them , and the ball she was meant to attend with him was now being attended with her mother and eloise . she adored their company and hopefully they usually adored hers , but tonight wouldn't be that night . her mood was still sour when they entered the mondrich ballroom , greeted by many guests and its hosts . regardless of how beautiful the decor was and welcoming the mondrich's were , more than ever she didn't want to be here . as she took a turn about the room arm in arm with eloise , only vaguely listening to what her sister had to say . eyes somehow roamed every corner of the room in a chance of spotting criston . seeing if he'd actually come even if they didn't arrive together . [ .... ] through the entrance just as she did , he appeared searching just as she did . there was the split moment of waiting with baited breath , she had stopped moving , eloise following her gaze as she muttered something in her ear .
she doesn't want to see him . that's a complete lie, she wished that they had spoken sooner to mend what they fought over so that she could've seen him days prior . yet rather instead of her crossing the ballroom to him where they could do just that , she's pivoting and hastily leaving the crowded vicinity in the opposite direction . her feet moved as quickly as possible away from the noise of it all ;; of course she wanted to talk, but it was a tad bit more difficult for her to confront issues and emotions than it was for others . something that desperately needed to be worked on . she only makes it so far down the never ending hallways before criston has already caught up and cut her off . amongst it all they stood there , heaving chests , heavy breaths and unwavering eyes all encased in dreaded silence . even when she was cross , she was smitten .
❝ if you are going to make me say it out loud , i miss you . ❞ francesca wondered why it couldn't have been said during the day , talking it out without the choir of mixed voices going on just down the hall . ❝ i cannot hear your thoughts , and i did not make you say it . especially if you may not mean it . ❞ actually speaking was better than whatever tension that hung in the air when they were silent . dearly yes , she missed him just as much , but only worried if it was said because they so happened to finally come face to face again after so long . ❝ you didn't call upon me nor did you write . ─── ... i didn't write either to be fair.. b-but that's because you didn't . ❞
