Heliophilia
(n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
To be loved is to be changed.
Arabella Dawson
Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when...
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Apricity (n.) the warmth of the sun in winter
Thirteen ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Flint
"Do you wanna hang out?"
My head turns to find Arabella walking next to me out of the gates.
"Can't." I speak to the floor. Watch the way my shoes avoid the cracks.
"Cool. Cool." Is her reply. Her tone says it's anything but cool. She sounds a little disappointed and a little sad. It has me turning my head to find her walking away. "Maybe some other time then."
Frowning at her retreating figure. Insides all messed up and disorganised. I shout after her. "I have a fight."
She turns swiftly. Bounces on her toes. Tucks her hair behind her ear. "I hope you win." She sends me a thumbs up. My insides curl into a ball.
And despite my better judgment I find myself asking. "Do you uh... maybe wanna come?"
I fiddle around with the edge of my pocket as I wait for her reply. It doesn't come instantly and that has my stomach falling to my feet.
Not asking is better than rejection. I'll have to remember that next time.
"I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not really into the whole fighting thing. Kinda scary." She shrugs her shoulders, offers a sympathetic smile.
And is about to turn away when I offer a solution. "You can sit in the changing rooms and we can hang out after?"
She pauses in her step. Furrows her brows like she's a little surprised I said that. So am I. But I don't take it back.
Then she's nodding and my insides are settling.
♡︎♡︎♡︎
Pushing open the doors of the makeshift changing rooms I find her sitting exactly where I left her.
I smile. Hide it when she glances in my direction.
She smiles up at me, looks a little worried at all the blood, moves till she's standing only to sit again when I take a seat on the floor opposite her.
"Hi." I whisper even though there's no one else around.
Arabella frowns at me, moves a little closer. I spread my legs to make room. "Did you win?"
Nodding my head I make a grab for the first aid kit tucked under the bench. "Yeah I won."
The guy wasn't that good. Barely threw anything. Mainly just blocked. Not that he could even do that well. He did manage to hit me right in the nose though, hence the reason for all the blood.
