Bestfriends Forever.
Just bestfriends that spoke like lovers.. and that seemed to be enough for two teenagers who were scared to love one another.
Emilia (Emily) Winters and Tyler Cavill.
The two have been unseparated since they're born. First step...
As all sorts of judgment painted on her face, Evangeline can't help but laugh at the analogy. She settled beside you, arranging her belongings neatly on the table. Shaking her head, she only pays little attention to your vents. When she finally sits in peace, she takes a long.. deep breath.. and lets them out slowly.
You notice how something.. is off with her today. Even her laughter somehow came out as.. bitter laughs? Well, if that's the case.. probably bad days are a normalcy by now. After everything you've been through, bet her problem won't even get past your level anyway.
Trying to shrug all your thoughts off by letting out the same bitter laugh, you defeatedly explain, "Yeah, you see.. people line up to get what they need. To feel what they want to feel. Whether it's thrill.. laughter—or.. just a flick of a moment.. I'm just a fucking tool. A tool to help them get what they want." Pausing for a moment, you reach for a pink decorated notebook from your bag while your thoughts drift to another dimension.
"But never what they need."
Eve pauses at your declaration. Once you grab the notebook and bring it upon your table.. with a gaze hanging at the end of the room.. you say, "And once they're bored.. the last thing you'll ever see.. is them getting off—and onto the next ride of whatever's there in the theme park."
Eve's demeanor shifts, her peace energy replaced by a defeated posture as she absorbs your words. Lowering her head, seemingly resonating with the depth of your sentiment, she stays silent. Somehow.. you can feel her pain. A mirror to your own. Bouncing your eyebrows in resign you add,
"And now I'm wondering if a roller coaster is all I'll ever be."
As you both sit in silence, both girls gazing to the ends of the room with sadness. The weight of your words hangs heavy in the air, lingering between you like an unspoken truth—wondering.. how the lighthearted conversation about roller coasters could be this deep.
Finally, shaking your head as an attempt to shake off the bad vibes, you apologize, "Ok girl. Sorry for the mellow morning. Just—forget about it. How's. your poetry~" injecting some cheer into it, trying to break the somber mood.
Eyes never leaving the unknown space of the room, Eve smiles defeatedly as she mutters, "Suddenly I got very inspired,"
Alert, you touch his hand, whispering, "Evie.. are you okay..?"
At your question, her eyes suddenly turn glossy as they meet yours. The two of you gazes at each other with depth, a silent exchange of pain passing between you. Something is definitely wrong, and you can feel it in the depths of your soul.
Eve tries to speak, her mouth opening and closing—but before she can find the words, the door flings open.. and your teacher enters the room. "Good morning, class," Mrs. Ann begins, her voice breaking the heavy silence that had settled in the room. Without preamble, she strides to the teacher's table and opens the book of assessment, declaring, "Ok everyone, let's start with.."
"Evangeline Reed?"
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