@cashhunt ⠀ ⠀ ✿ you’re not some stop along the way. [her fresh plait and smile warmed by otherwise glare spilling from streetlight ushering the two of them, much like a supernatural pull, to their respective homes. the calamity of an otherwise unshared, bleak space of cement seemed less daunting with his burden on the other side of the on-stretched road.] you’re a person. with hopes, and dreams, and a future like me. you— [differed from the masses of his predecessors in his promise of something real, however raw it might have been. her sweetheart summons new cracks time and time again in new, inventive ways. and, still, gigi loved him. she must have anyhow, in her own caged, flighty way. that might have been the only reason why she succumbed to defeat so early, head nearly hung low in dreary ambiguity seeping straight into what might—have happened between the two.] okay.. good night, cassian. [cornflower attention drifts to distant headlights as her scrawny legs start to carry her, unwittingly, toward ossein, dollhouse gate covering barely nothing of freshly mowed grass as if it were any other night, making the least of haste to welcome any other day. hardened countenance slowed the rush of tears hinting in the negligible tremble of chin. her heart flutters and fastens, in some sort of grand cacophony. seconds before her feet pick up an unexpected speed to march back down her own steps, signaling some burst, a profound find of freedom, before she lands on him. the tiny flame of a kiss is plucked from his lips with gigi’s own, line a delicate, collectible butterfly. she’ll pull away, perfumed scent of sunken sugar below the milky surface of cereal bowl, to stare at his lips with her own. doll pink, in lip and countenance, stares at him agape whilst still within grasp.] —i had to, i just did.
