“i don’t know what else.” that isn’t about bringing blood…all he knows is to bring himself pain because being happy just isn’t meant to work for him. it’s why he tries so hard to make that feeling now, turn to stone. that flourishing and overwhelming feeling he gets staring at her, being in her presence all by itself does that. what the hell is that anyway? it can’t be love– he doesn’t want anything to do with that word. he doesn’t think he’s even capable of an emotion like that. that doesn’t explain why he’s reaching up and gently pulling the scrunchie out of her bun once she sits next to him, with eyes watching in tired soft wonder at all the brown curls that come undone like he wanted to happen. eyes filled with something other than pain and sadness, admiring the way they’re dark, long and just beautiful. “just…” shrugging, watching her plant that kiss to his palm before shyly brushing back her hair behind her ears, “a few things.” a lot of things, everything. but he doesn’t want to go exposing just how much he feels for her. glancing away from her eyes he loves so much, they burn through him when he’s feeling so vulnerable like this. looking down, he pulls the hair accessory on to his wrist and wears it as a bracelet for now.
“why?” brows creasing, both in confusion and at the horrible sting. god– that hurts worse than when he cut it. clenching his jaw, stifling any sounds of discomfort while digging his nails into his palms. “why’s that something guys should never see?” nothing is embarrassing for him, nothing like that anyway so he’s wondering for what reason.
« Don’t worry, I have a few ideas ready just in case another bad day comes. Just promise you’ll call me instead of going to play popsicle in the snow. » Heather phrased the words with a lighter tone, but as she looked at Billy her eyes begged for him to make that promise. « I could ask Max to take an eye on you for me, but she’s a child. » They were too, to be completely honest, nothing more than teenagers playing adults in a life that required it from them. In a life that wasn’t right nor fair in putting all that weight on such young shoulders. And that was why the only way was for them to carry it together. Smiling and staring at him as her curls fell wild around her face, Heather’s dark hues became a bit brighter in seeing emotions that weren’t pain finally painting his visage, making the ocean-abyss in his irises less stormy. In any other moment, she would have complained for looking like a mess now, with hair still ruffled from cold, snow and humidity, but if that was what made softness come up in his gaze, then she was more than happy to look like a lioness. Even when the curls tickled her forehead. Instinctively tilting her head towards the fingers that were moving the rebel strands away from her face, Heather loving smirk grew even warmer as she let out a soft chuckle. « She says that you guys seeing such objects ruins the illusion that us girls don’t shave, don’t poo nor do nasty things like that. Oh, and our period can only be a mythical concept. She says we’re supposed to look like ethereal creatures. » It really was ridiculous even only repeating Shirley’s words, and Heather couldn’t do it without letting out another small laugh. « Once she put a dirty tampon in her bag just because she didn’t want to throw it in her boyfriend’s trash can. Then she had to throw the bag because it got stained. » Hoping that that gross story was enough to either make him laugh or get distracted, Heather then gently blew on the cuts to alleviate the sting. Putting the cotton pad away after a few taps on his thigh, she used three separate rainbow band-aids to protect the wounds. Then, another clean unicorn pad in hand, she proceeded to do the same with his wrist, taking his hand and turning it so the cuts were facing her with their angry red lines. « So, my question is: do you guys really not wanna know about these things? Cause I already told Shirley she’s crazy, but who knows, maybe she was right all along. »
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