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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Habromania (n.) delusions of happiness
Twenty-nine ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Flint
"Why you acting weird?" I lean against the bookshelf, my eyes entirely focused on the girl with red hair.
Arabella doesn't look up from the books she's reading but her eyes have stopped scanning the page and that tells me she's at the very least acknowledging my presence. "I'm not acting weird."
"Liar."
She's been acting weird since we watched the stars together. Distant. And I can't help but feel like I've messed up somehow.
The rest of the weekend she ignored my calls. Barley texted back and when she did her reply's were dry and distant, conversations short and practically non existent.
I turned up at her house Sunday night, ready to argue with her about it and fix it only for her to tell me to leave. Her parents having returned for the weekend.
I put her weird behaviour down to her parents being back. Convinced myself I wasn't the problem.
Until I came to school Monday and she didn't wait for me at her locker. Sat with Harley and Grace at break and lunch. Always managed to be out of her class when I turned up outside.
Figured I was the problem then.
It's Tuesday now and I won't take her avoiding me any longer. I miss her too much to let it continue.
I snatch the book out of her hand, hold it above my head when she makes a move to grab it back. Her attention for the first time in 48 hours solely on me.
And fuck do I love it.
"Can we skip this part?" I place the book on the top shelf, spinning us around so she's trapped between the bookshelf and my chest. My hands on either side of her head to cage her in, one eyebrow raised as I wait for her reply.
"What part?" She asks, staring at her shoes like they're the most interesting thing in the world. And my stomachs falling to my feet. Entirely and completely terrified I've fucked this up.
But I don't understand how? I didn't say anything mean. I didn't do anything to hurt her. At least not intentionally.
I mean I set up a stupid little fucking date for us.
I don't understand what I did wrong. Was it too much?
"The part where you pretend nothings wrong, try to avoid me, I follow you around like a lost puppy until you eventually give in and tell me what's wrong." I place a hand under her jaw, tilt her face to meet mine. "We've done this before. I didn't like it then and I certainly don't like it now."
