Basically Infinity ∞ [DISCONTINUED]

(ν) вяσкєи

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ιи∂ιgиαтισи ::

αиgєя σя αииσуαиςє ρяσνσкє∂ ву ωнαт ιѕ ρєяςєινє∂ αѕ υиfαιя тяєαтмєит.

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         Swish, swish, swish, the wind blows gently. I can hear soft, gentle footsteps approaching me. I don't move, I don't look, I don't think. I can feel the question hanging in the air, the "are you okay" dangling there, yet Aubrey remains silent. I can hear and feel as she sits down beside me, but I'm still facing the opposite direction. In the few minutes I was alone, I managed to calm my breathing and to stop crying. I can feel some sort of awkward tension between myself and her. 

         "I'm sorry," I say quietly, barely making any noise. "That was stupid of me to do."

         I don't get a response.

         "I understand that I probably ruined your Christmas, so I get it if you don't want to talk to me," I sigh softly. "It's okay."

         There's a long silence between us.

         "Is it, though?" I get the response in a voice completely different from what I was expecting. I turn my head and see Callum sitting beside me, then I look back at the ground. Not Aubrey. But I still feel the need to say something.

         "No..." I say. "Not really."

         "Do you want to, perhaps," he speaks cautiously. "Talk about it?"

         "Well, is there anything else to do?" I ask - rhetorically, of course. "But do I need to talk about it?"

         He pauses for a brief moment. Did I say something wrong?

         "No, of course not," he responds plainly. "Not if you don't want to."

         "Sorry, I'm just not in the mood," I look up at the stars in the sky.

         "There are lots of things that we could do right now instead of talking," he shrugs.

         "Like?" I ask. There's a short pause.

         "We should be getting back to Tiffany's house, for starters," he suggests, dodging the question. "Everyone's worried, and Aubrey's going insane trying to find you."

         "How did you find me, though?" it had only now occurred to me that he found me when no one else could.

         "I don't know, actually," he stood up from beside me and held his hand out to help me up. I wait for a few seconds and then grab his hand. He pulls me up, smiling slightly. He sees that on the spot where I was lying down, all the snow had melted. I looked as well, and then back to him.

         "You must be cold," he said, pointing to the spot of grass. I try to protest, but he unzips his jacket and wraps it around me. I sigh in defeat and let him walk me back to Tiffany's house. We walk for a bit, and there's a section that goes uphill. Once we reach the top, I pause for a moment, taking a brief rest.

         "Wait," I call out quietly. "Can we stop for a moment?"

         "Of course," he nods, stopping beside me. We can see Tiffany's house from here, the lights spilling out through the windows. It's nice. I look at Callum.

         "Want to talk about it now?" he asked, not in a pressing way, just out of curiosity.

         "Not yet," I pause for a moment. "But you still didn't answer my question."