( there's something within her that tips her off to him the same way it always has—no matter how much time has passed, no matter how many times they do this, weaving in and out of one another's lives as if to check if there was anything left.
the little emoji left at the tail end of the message almost wins the slightest curl at the corner of her mouth, but there's something else festering beneath that surface that demands her attention. frustration. relief. a festering irritation—does he really think she wouldn't know? that she couldn't recognize him in the dark?
and after a long moment, a breath shatters from her as if winded, like some trapped thing she hadn't realized she'd held, pulling her ribs up with it.
a slow-prickling fear is the first to catch her again when it settles. )
no subject
the little emoji left at the tail end of the message almost wins the slightest curl at the corner of her mouth, but there's something else festering beneath that surface that demands her attention. frustration. relief. a festering irritation—does he really think she wouldn't know? that she couldn't recognize him in the dark?
and after a long moment, a breath shatters from her as if winded, like some trapped thing she hadn't realized she'd held, pulling her ribs up with it.
a slow-prickling fear is the first to catch her again when it settles. )
Are you okay?