☆彡 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎
𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎
In which a years old promise is seen through an...
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THAT FOLLOWING NIGHT, Evelyn follows up on her promise to talk with Abby. She dreads it the entire day, a feeling nestled deep inside her that lingers with a heavy sense of anticipation because she knows that they feel different about things. They've always been good at dancing around the subjects in which their opinions are so fundamentally different. That's how they've functioned for so long, because at the end of the day they have more in common than not, they share a love for many things and that outweighs whatever might separate them.
The evening rolls around and as the sun is setting on the horizon, casting a comfortably soft orange light upon the facade of the stadium they call home, Abby and Evelyn sit on the old bleachers, drenched in the soft colors of the sky. It's deadly quiet between them. They can hear the distant clatter of commotion down in the gardens and pastures, kids crying or laughing, people chatting away. But aside from that, it's quiet. Neither of them know where or what to start with saying.
Evelyn hates that it's so awkward. It's never been awkward like this before. Even worse, it's her fault for bringing up last summer after they said to leave that all in the past. Beside her, Abby clears her throat.
"How are you? Honestly," she asks. It seems the only right thing to say right now, because something is so very clearly up with the girl who sits next to her. She feels like she should've expected that, and she shouldn't have brought her along to Jackson. Abby knows it's her fault. She doesn't need to hear Evelyn's words to know why she's acting like she is. She should have stayed here, but Evelyn would never have allowed that to happen. It seems an impossible situation. Bringing her has made her upset, not bringing her would've done the same thing. Maybe this was the lesser of evils, after all. She can always hope so, at least.
Evelyn exhales a long breath, stretching out her arms and rubbing her hands together to generate heat. Summer may be around the corner but the evening breeze is chilly and as the sun sets, darkness falls upon them and it is cold out in the evenings yet. "I'm okay."
Her answer seems too careless, nonchalant, almost. Abby doesn't believe it for even a second. She tilts her head, looking at her as to force her to meet her eyes. "Bullshit."
Evelyn does look at her in that moment, eyes brimmed with a reddish line that reveals tears may be coming very soon, but she suppressed them and inhales a long breath to calm her throbbing heart down. "I'm fine, really. Just got a lot on my mind and it's... it's too much sometimes."
