░ ▌⁞ 「☀」‘ she’s out in front of you. fifteen feet, should you guess. she’s out in front of you, fifteen feet away, no more a dismal haze. your fingers want to lift & drag, catch this image between a chasm of palms & never let it out of your sight again. ( the eiffel tower frames wind whipped locks they coil around her, tentative & delicate, treating like the porcelain she’d dare not to be a camera in hand. ) an obsidian washed polaroid & a memory. this doesn’t escape you, nor does a smile, defied naught by the cyclone brisk that cuts into those almost dimples that apple cheeks.
you allow a moment to sink into archaic visions, tilt against heels, compel yourself forward. ( pressed sides, non existent space, i love yous & something that meant more than a trapped, high school affair. ) allison isn’t expecting you. she’s expecting someone, but not scott mccall. her heart’s in your head, it’s aching reminiscence & this isn’t fair, you think. you’ll hear it change a thump, a rhythm when she sees you & no one else gets to experience something like it, & it isn’t fair. but you’re glad.
too glad, pen leaving raven ink blots between fingers as you get closer. ten feet, five feet, two
a break flits stride. because this is allison, daggered & edged, but soft where it
counted. you want to surprise her, not KILL HER. never.
❛ hey,❜ cracks on adolescence you didn’t think to be stuck in your throat anymore,
hand held pen there to match her polaroid. it hurts not to hug her, not right away.
but you have to be sure, ❛ i think you dropped this? ❜
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