INDIGOshe was the only person I've ever known to constantly wear plum velvet dresses. she said it made her feel soft, like a rose.
i didn't tell her she was already soft.
she liked to go to those rave places where people wrap themselves with glow sticks and hit on strangers; but she went in the daytime. she said it "reminds me of how much things change at night."
i asked her if she'd ever changed at night; she looked me straight in the eyes and whispered, so soft i could barely hear it.
"how i feel has never changed. never. and the day it changes, will be the day i lie to you and tell you it has."
we stood in silence after that, letting our ice cream melt onto our sandals.
she sounded so vulnerable, and that's when i realized just how scared she was of rejection.
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