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✥ L A N D O N ✥
"Hey, you okay?"
Evelyn blinks herself out of a trance, and I shoot her a worried look. She has been like this since we met up, drifting in and out of reality. She smiles at me, her eyes lighting up. "I'm fine," she assures me, grabbing a handful of popcorn and all but stuffing it into her mouth.
"You're still as ladylike as I remember," I tease, and she gently shoves her shoulder into mine, barely holding back a laugh. The movie on the TV plays on, but we pay no attention as we mess around. Evelyn struggles to chew the salted popcorn in her mouth, spluttering as I laugh at her.
"You're a sadist," she announces after taking a huge gulp from my 7Up can, wiping the tears from her eyes with a shit-eating grin.
"Only for you, baby." She scoffs and rolls her eyes, cuddling into me as I wrap an arm around her shoulder. She smells like fabric softener and vanilla, the scent of her hair tickling my nose.
Insidious is one we've watched at least twenty times, but Evelyn always insists we watch it every time we have Movie Night. I'm not complaining, though; it's scary, but it's worth watching to see Evelyn scream and flinch, and then be able to tease her about it later on.
The movie plays on the screen, but I notice the subtle shift in the air. Evelyn stares straight ahead, unblinking eyes full of sadness.
Something's up with her. The second I saw her face this afternoon I knew something happened. Evelyn is like a closed-off open book. Very confusing. It's easy to notice that something's wrong - that something bothering her - but in order to notice that you'd have to know her and be able to catch those telltale signs.
Something happened and put her in a depressing funk. I feel like confronting her about it, but she'll close herself off and pretend everything is alright. I'd rather see her in pain and comfort her the best I can while dodging around the situation rather than her hiding it from me with a wide smile.
I lean my head against hers in the most platonic way possible, even though the intense affection I feel for her is anything but platonic.
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☾A L I Q U I S☽
27th of April. 18 days since I last cut.
Evelyn quickly scribbles it down before walking to her last class, the small notebook getting shoved deep into her bag. The cold masks over her eyes deflect curious stares and prominent gazes as she traipses through the halls. Keep moving forward. I am my own person. Keep moving forward.
