Catharsis - Luvlie

- 12 -

I'm back at school which is kinda crazy (I hadn't gone cause I had covid, get vaccinated or whatever </3) So I'm not longer gonna be updating 3 times a day cause that was a wee bit mental

Anyways, I'm a quiris stan, so you get a good chapter from me instead of angst <3 Thank Cad or whatever

Vee was sat on the porch, a place the girl found great comfort in.

There were so many memories associated with it.

Her and Ollie's first kiss, and then their last. For better or worse, Vee didn't know.

Vee didn't seem to know anything.

She didn't trust herself, couldn't trust her own impulses. Especially not as the brunette's green eyes would immediately find Vee's own from across the room, desperate for any form of interaction.

The two hadn't spoken in days, a silent pact. A simultaneous agreement that neither were ready to face their own reality. Neither trusting the instincts which they seemed to hate, they hated how naturally they came to them.

The door opened behind Vee, a surge of warmth hitting her back, causing her to flinch in shock slightly.

The blonde turned slightly, tilting her head slightly as she went to see who had come out. (get it lol cause gay)

"I don't know if you wanna speak to me," Ollie said, catching the blonde off guard, too stunned to move, though Vee truly didn't know if she would move if she could, "But I'm here now so, deal with it I guess."

Ollie attempted to add humor to the end of her sentence, though it came out dry and ingenuine, her tone laced with fear of rejection. Walking on eggshells as every part of her pleaded that the blonde just stayed, if only for a moment.

Her presence was worth more than the sun. Ollie would go through everything again and again. She'd go through it a thousand times over just to hear the blonde's laugh. God, she was addicted to that smile.

"I don't not wanna speak to you," Vee muttered slightly, Ollie taking note of her cautious tone. Though it wasn't out of fear of rejection, Vee was scared of herself. Terrified. Terrified she'd lunge at the opportunity to just hold Ollie in her arms once again.

The blonde found herself desperate to ruin both of their lives.

"Well, that's better than I expected," Ollie hummed, trying to lighten the situation, though it was more for herself than anyone else. "Progress."

"I could never hate you, Montgomery," Vee said softly, slowly finding her voice, words no longer barely spoken through murmurs and whispers, "You know that."

"Don't call me that," Ollie said sternly, all humor leaving her voice.

Vee muttered a quiet apology, suddenly losing any grasp on the situation. Vee hated being out of control.

She felt herself sinking in on herself, finding herself on the urge of tears. But what right did she have to cry? She wasn't going to be upset Ollie got her 'happy ending'. They both did. Why couldn't Vee just be happy?

Why was she so fucking broken?

The pair fell into a long silence, both subconsciously shifting further apart, scared of their impulses the second the pair got within touch's reach.

"Wanna go watch a movie?" Ollie asked slowly, desperate for an ounce of the blonde's time, a sliver of affection no matter how platonic, "Or something." She quickly added, poorly attempting to disguise her desperateness.