Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one where everything is silently broken

He followed her.

Very slowly.

He stalked after her.

Something was cold about her.

He looked around the forest.

There was something cold about it.

It was gray and dark.

And her eyes...

They were the same way.

When she glanced back at him, they didn't hold the life that they did before.

They were drained and cold.

It was him.

He did this, he knew.

But he didn't know how to fix it.

It would've been simple.

If he'd just fucking kiss her, and admit the truth to himself, everything would be fine.

But he didn't.

Instead, he let the ebony strands of hair fall to his face, sticking his hands in his pockets as he followed her.

It was late.

She stopped walking.

He stopped, too.

George gazed at her carefully.

They'd been walking for some time.

She turned around, her eyes cast down as she began to walk back the way that they came.

As she approached where he stood, she stopped.

George didn't know what she was about to do.