Catharsis - Luvlie

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I have sort of an idea of plot? But honestly im just fucking around <3

The pair seemed to be locked in a trance, Vee sat perched on the countertop, her legs crossed beneath her as Ollie stood pressed against the same counter, her hands now resting on the cabinets on either side of the blonde.

Ollie suddenly leaned forward after only a moment of hesitation, eyes still locked onto Vee's as the two seemed to each be daring the other to look away first.

There was so much guilt. Vee was happy, wasn't she? She shouldn't want this. What did that say about her? What did that say about Ranboo? Hell, what did that say about everything that happened with Keira.

Ollie stopped mere inches from Vee's face, her hand which had once been resting close to Vee's side slid across the countertop.

Maybe happiness was always going to come with guilt. She could face it. There was something so endearing about the brunette, she was worth the guilt, the hard conversations.

Ollie froze for a minute, just taking in every feature of the blonde as Vee flustered under her gaze, seeming to become only more aware by the second of how much she wished Ollie would do something. Anything. She hated the waiting. The tense unknown of it all.

Ollie quickly grabbed something from behind Vee, giving a tight-lipped smile before pulling away completely, practically throwing herself to the other side of the room, back to her previous position by the coffee pot.

"Needed the milk," she muttered softly, trying her best to give the blonde a reassuring smile, though the tense air never seemed to fade as she had hoped it would.

"Right," Vee only nodded, leaving herself to silently observe Ollie as she moved beside Vee to pour the milk into the mug.

Vee silently thanked the girl with a nod, the two seeming to force a distance between them as they awkwardly sipped their individual drinks, now refusing eye contact despite moments before when it seemed impossible to do anything else.

Every time either would go to say something, it came out incoherent.

Things were never awkward between them, not before this. Vee was stability. Comfort. Everything warm and homey and gave Ollie the only real sense of family she ever had.

She wouldn't let it fall apart. Hell, Vee was her best friend.

This isn't some coming of age movie. Happy endings were formed by people finding contentment in settling. And both the girls were content. They had an obvious future, a path laid out by none other than themselves.

Ollie would move to the UK. Tommy was her partner, not just romantically but in life. He'd do anything to make her happy and she knew that. She was content with that. Happiness didn't always mean achieving everything you ever wanted. Some things were better left untouched. An unknown which remained distant as to not wreck everything you had built to love. And maybe that's what love was. Working together to build that sense of contentment. If love was caring about someone enough to sacrifice, build a life of stability and reassurance, she could love Tommy. She didn't need to sacrifice her life for some unnamed wanting, for what, not even Ollie was sure.

All she knew was there was this unrelenting magnetism, drawing her into the warmth, the receding smoke in the background of laughter and everything right in the world. But Tommy was a good person, and Ollie would like to believe she was too. She was trying to be.

It was never like she was leaving Vee behind. Vee could be content all the same. She would grow old in their own hidden cottage, seeing Ollie on holidays and through a screen on late night phone calls.

They could learn to resent the 'wanting' with time and distance. They could learn to be content with each other just as they could learn to be content with the world. They promised to always have each other but refusing to need one another.

Needing that stability only the blonde could provide was what got her into this mess in the first place. Ollie had dug herself into a hole that she couldn't describe to even herself. Ollie was impulsive, but not an idiot.

She knew it was borderline obsessive, but she refused to give into the craving. The unrelenting urge to hold the girl and talk about everything wrong with the world, knowing they'd be okay, somehow a distant force from it all as long as they had each other.

And that's what trying was. That's what love was. She could love Tommy not because she avoided everything else with a stone heart, but because she would sacrifice. Vee could be a life lesson which steadied the foreverness of both their relationships.

Something to joke about at the lifelong future holidays. She wasn't pushing Vee away, merely pushing away ideas she hated herself for idolizing.

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