May 28, 2018
❝ wick missed you. ❞ arnetta lies, sheets bunched around her as she rolls to her side, hand tucked under her head as she watches anne with fondness. ❝ i missed you. ❞ it hangs between them, both known and unknown. as if she would not miss her ( roommate, friend, soulmate — once gone, now found ), as if arnetta was anything without her. for what were they if not beloved to the other? ❝ i know you hate when i’m affectionate; but you were gone for so long, i feared you had left me for good. ❞