curiosity is something
problematic both
xander and violet
suffer from.
her heart thuds in her chest
as she waits patiently
for xander to move.
the wind seems to have
stilled around them,
encapsulated in their own
little world.
their friendship has always been
platonic, and despite
her mother's accusations
and their peers pointed
gazes, they'd never
pushed for it to be anything
more.
in many ways
they both agreed that
feelings of lust and romantic love
ruin beautiful friendships
but for a moment
violet wishes that xander would
just lean in and press his lips
to hers.
the feeling of xander's thumb
lightly skimming her cheek
sends an electric shock
down her spine
and she squeezes her eyes
closed as hard as she can.
"alright,
you can open your
eyes now."
xander says very
matter-of-factly, dropping
his hands to his sides.
a wave of disappointment
washes over violet.
"why did you want
me to close my eyes?"
a contagious grin
dances on xander's lips,
his eyes bright and smiling.
"no reason.
it's class time now,
i'll see you after school
violet jones."
she shakes her head
at his retreating figure.
"bye xander."
"nope. it's jack now."
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whispers&wishes
Poésiex a n d e r g r e e n- they call him a liar but little do they know that every word he says is true, just maybe not in this world. v i o l e t j o n e s- she lives in xander's world and in exchange for her company he weaves her pretty stories...
