mello yello

adalyn loves jade.

it's a quiet night.

adalyn sits quietly on the edge of her bed, dark black streaks bleed on her skin like ink on paper, she swipes her eyes with the balls of her hands.

i'm pathetic. i shouldn't be crying.

she takes a shaky breath and rubs the screen of her phone against her thigh, ridding the glass of the small drops of her own shame and misery. she lifts her phone, the screen lights up.

multiple people frantically typing, losing their fucking minds over something that never concerned them. no, this was between her and jade.

fucking jade. the bane of her existence, yet the reason she lives. the reason she longs for the evening to last for eternity, and the reason she wishes it would all come crashing down.

adalyn loves her, but can't have her — despite the fact that jade had said it back. surely she didn't mean it.

adalyn heaves again, gagging on her own sobs. she wants to be alone, she doesn't want her family to worry. so she swallows it all, the anger, the disgust, the ugly words.

fuck it all.

adalyn stands with a sniffle, wrapping her arms around herself in a tight embrace in hopes this will reduce the pain. she feels as if her heart might crumble into dust between her lungs. she trudges over to her window, basically glowing as the moon shines a bright coral.

she kneels down with her clammy hands on the windowsill to support her as best as possible, tears begin to well on her waterline again as she sits soundlessly as she gazes upon the mångata.

i'm tired.

she crosses her arms over the white wood windowsill and rests her head atop her forearms, shutting her eyes and sighing serenely.

finally, a moment of peace.