-'𝜗𝜚'- 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ⎯
matt sturniolo has forgotten all about
his childhood nemesis, not so
sparing her a thought in years but
that's most definitely because he
hasn't seen her. she hasn't been around
...
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THE HUM OF tranquil music fills dilara's ears as she places the last few dishes from the dishwasher back in their rightful places. she glances around her kitchen one final time and when she's content with the way it looks with the countertops shining seeing as she has just wiped them and the items that were once scattered everywhere now in neat arrays, she smiles a little. she closes the dishwasher and heads into the living room where her phone is still playing something from her playlist. the bass provides her with some background noise as she sorts out the cushions on the couches and the cables beside the television. she mindlessly sings along to the words, a soft sound in contrast to that of her phone and at last, she slumps onto the couch and allows her eyes to shut momentarily.
years ago, she knows she would never have cared in the slightest about cleaning her house for her friends to come over but it feels like everything is starting anew and she feels the sudden urge to impress them. realistically speaking, she's aware that a clean kitchen as well as the rest of the house isn't something that's going to fascinate them to say the least but it still reassures her slightly that she seems as though she has everything put together.
in all honesty, she's nervous for them to come over despite being the one who recommended it in the first place. not only is she opening the door and welcoming them into her house, she's also opening the door for them to stay in her life once again. the hinges creak and she finds herself thinking that maybe they never really left. part of her always kept them as though they were treasure that she'd give anything and everything for, part of her always left the door open. she's anxious but only naturally so she allows the nerves to settle within her, for once not feeling like they're intruding but more so paying a little visit. she knows they'll say their goodbye's once the group arrives and she confirms to herself that everything is normal and going to be okay. so, with her stomach slightly fluttering and her ears wrapping around the gentle strums of the guitar in this particular song, she waits for them to arrive, carelessly on her phone and trying her hardest to keep her mind steady and rooted.
