( her heart thuds like something that doesn't fit, loud in her ears, hot across her cheeks, and she hates the way it feels. like something curled within her stomach, that she hasn't learned by now to think of him and not be so affected, not still so hung up on the last time. )
Have you tried?
( the fickle thing about messages: he doesn't know how sharp the words should be. if it's a hint of something softer beneath the surface, or a deserved jab. as much as it aches within her to suggest it, for him to come now, tonight, she doesn't want to come across so undone. like she's no better at having her shit together, despite all this timeβso she leaves it to linger. )
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Have you tried?
( the fickle thing about messages: he doesn't know how sharp the words should be. if it's a hint of something softer beneath the surface, or a deserved jab. as much as it aches within her to suggest it, for him to come now, tonight, she doesn't want to come across so undone. like she's no better at having her shit together, despite all this timeβso she leaves it to linger. )