troglodytic

7

it's been two weeks.
every day lev passes by my locker. it feels sorta strange to even refer to her as "lev" anymore. these past few weeks she has been expressing herself...differently. once I saw her group of friends swarm into the school building with her the morning after i noticed her strange activity, there was something unusual. most of her friends were socializing and she seemed to be moping around on the side. i may have also taken notice of the fact her wardrobe was much darker. of course this could have absolutely nothing to do with how she feels inside and i really doubt she waited all of this time to show the world who she really is. levi's not the type of girl to hold it all in.
my locker creaks discreetly as it is opened.
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"hey, if you could lend me the science notes from yesterday for first period that would be really helpful." a muffled, raspy voice sounds out of nowhere.
somehow i gathered enough strength to glance over at the speaker and a quick wave of realization washes over me.
levi. to my surprise, the voice was levi's.

"i'm s-sorry, i don't remember where i put-" i try to squeak out, but i can't help sounding like a nervous wreck.
why would she even want to talk to me? was she forced to because of what happened?
"it's alright. nice drawing by the way." she chirped, with a genuine smile and a nod in the direction of the sketch of michael i shoved in my locker.
This can not seriously be happening. my sketch isn't "nice" in any way, it's creepy and besides who draws pictures of their dead ex's? certainly not your average teenage boy. crumpling the
disgraceful piece of paper, i begin to head towards the waste bin until I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"don't throw it out. i think it's kinda cool that you did that." lev confessed.

"it's not "cool" or "nice" or whatever the hell you said. michael is dead and it's no where near "cool" to try and glamorize that."

"well, most famous art stems from morning the dead. death is intriguing in the eyes of the consumer. ironically, so is love. the two go hand in hand."

she reassured me and by this point i am fully aware that she was not told to come up and talk to me. or if she was, she is already way past that.
i agree with a massive grin on my face.
maybe things will be okay again.

A/N

it's been a little while since i updated and i'm happy about where this is heading. btw if you comment on this you are my savior ok. thank you all for reading

-tayah