・✦・┈┈・✧・┈┈・✦ 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊
→𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗱
-current Alex !
-The Car era !
・✧ ⁺ ⊹ What Elaine and Alex thought would only be a fake relationship, becomes much more than th...
𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐈𝐓, 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 mostly everything about Alex. Completely ignoring the raging fact that he was beside me, the night became less awkward.
We were all sitting down at a wobbly wooden table of a pub, laughing at the eventualities Miles had to endure at the airport. Through beer after beer, I became inebriated faster than I expected.
When the alcohol started to taste a lot like bad decisions, I knew I had to take a break.
"I'm going to use the restroom" I spoke, standing up. They nodded and jumped back into their conversation.
The bathroom was dimly lit, with a scent I could pinpoint, though it wasn't off-putting. I walked to the sink and turned the faucet on. As cold water splashed on my face, I felt myself coming back to my senses.
But with the clearness coming back to me, the bottled-up frustration began to overflow, and there was no way I could place it all back inside.
Everything fell out of place. The words that had clicked were now nothing but an inconvenient mess. Any feeling endured had landed in the darkest of shadows imaginable. And Alex's cold stare now looked more convincing than ever.
I pondered it all. Word by word. Action by action. Heart by heart. Yet nothing brought me back to the inexplicable realization that all of this would come to an end before my patience ran out.
There were only so many thoughts and occurrences to consider. An insufferable amount of time that would have to be spent on these events to finally decipher the true colors hidden behind.
However, in the back of my mind, I was aware that my trip to the bathroom had been inevitably elongated by the recurring line of ideas trailing behind me.
I allowed a sigh to escape, with the false hope to relieve the confusion of the moment. And when nothing seemed to had been fixed by the bare minimum, I stalked out of the poorly lit bathroom, cheeks flushed and a troubled mind accompanying me.
It seemed that my troubled mind had taken its toll in an aggressive manner, as I bumped into the walls and had no clue where our table was located. Somehow, I ended up in the back yard.
My eyes trailed through the swinging yellow lights above my head. I lost myself in the shining moment occurring inside the bulbs above me. Little sparkles shone through and I was no longer there mentally.
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I think about this day more than any other one. Not because of the perfect weather. Not because of how nervous I felt. But because I met you with your enticing self and your effortless way of making me feel like I'm floating.
