zoe doesn't want to go home.
she hates her house, and with connor walking beside her, a scream is building in her throat.
they reach the front door.
they stand there for one, two, three seconds before zoe says, "i'm going to the park."
"what? why?"
she doesn't answer as her fingers slip into her jeans' pocket, her heart rate steadying at the feel of the small, cardboard box hidden inside. connor would kill her if he discovered that she had them.
it's a short walk to the park. it's quiet, as usual –people walking their dogs; friends chatting on the grass; cyclists weaving in and out of pedestrians.
zoe sits down on a bench and lights a cigarette, inhaling slowly. she watches everyone going about their ordinary business, painfully aware at how awful she must look with her greasy hair bundled under a baseball cap and a cigarette perched between her fingers.
she watches the grey cigarette smoke tumble upwards, drifting into oblivion slowly. she wants to join it.
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froyo / dear evan hansen
Fanfiction"you've been an asshole to me since i was eleven, and you expect me to forgive you because you bought me froyo a couple of times?" {started 3/5/18 finished 2/9/18}
