After Effects

Chapter 52. - A Sem Ti Povedal Kdaj

Kris' POV: 

"Is she seriously going for a smoke in this weather?" I heard Nace ask. 

"I guess she's becoming a nicotine zombie." Bojan joked. I didn't look away from her until she'd completely left the room. We all knew she felt shitty about what just happened, it wasn't really hard to figure out, but i think we all figured it'd be for the better if she just a few minutes by herself. She'd clearly been overstimulated and uncomfortable with all Isaac's touching. I don't think she noticed though, but she scrunched up her face at one point. 

"I'm gonna go check on her." I said and grabbed my coat from the seat. Jure's eyes brighten up with joy. 

"You're talking again?" He asked like a little kid of divorce. 

"No, but i'm still gonna try." I ran a hand through my hair. I took on my coat as i went to look outside. Tuva sat on the pavement with her coat on in the rain with a lit cigarette in hand. She looked really small all curled up like that. Like a little girl waiting for her dad to pick her up, but he was never gonna show. 

I slowly walked over to her with my hands in my pockets. I felt a shiver rush up my spine in the sudden cold. The rain was heavy, but it wasn't as bad as on our way over here. 

"Hey." I quietly said as to not startle her. She looked up at me. Her hair was soaked, cheeks completely flushed from the cold.  

"Hi." She softly smiled at me. I tilted my head. 

"You're not getting much out of that cigarrette." I told her. The cigarrette was soaked and only half of it was burning cause of the rain. She looked at it.

"Yeah, it's getting kind of soggy." She scrunched her face up in disgust. I took a breath. I didn't know if she wanted me to sit down with her or just leave again. Of what i knew she was still mad at me for the things i'd said to her... but she looked like someone who could use the comfort of a close friend. Just because we were on none-speaking terms it didn't mean that all our memories together had vanished. We still knew each other since childhood, we still started a band together, we still cared for one another. At least i hoped so. Tuva wasn't the type to just move on from a friendship quickly. 

"Will you sit with me?" She quietly asked. "I would really like to sit with you." I barely even heard her. I gave her small smile and sat down next to her on the wet pavement with my coat under me so i wouldn't get soaked pants. 

"Of course." She put out her wet, soggy, half-burned cigarrette. Tuva's eyes didn't really move form the ground. She watched as the water rushed into the sewer system on the road. Tuva placed her head on my shoulder and i placed mine on top of hers.

We sat there for a few moments in silence. I enjoyed feeling her near me again after so long without her by my side. I couldn't figure out if this meant she'd forgiven me for our fight, but i don't think Tuva would invite me to sit with her, snuggled up together if our relationship was still strained.

"What do i have to do for you to forgive me?" I asked her. She took her time to answer, eyes empty.

"You don't have to do anything, Krisko." 

"But i want to." Tuva scanned my face for emotions and thoughts. "I'll do anything." She hesitated with her eyes on me, watching my face. 

"...Will you hold me? Just for a bit?" She quietly asked. I didn't say a word. I took my arms around her and held her close to me. She smelled like vodka and lavender. Quite a weird combination to be honest. It was chill in the rain and we had to go inside again soon so we wouldn't get sick before Eurovision.