Bad Summer… II 65C

Considering his accusation though true, about her pretending, he too was forced to do it. Indulging her in her comments made to him and observations pointed out and having to reply like everything is alright. He’s done it many times. But this felt different in so many ways. Is this how she felt every time for four years, less maybe but still?

Her words coming back to him. Smiling and laughing even when she didn’t want to. It’s like he’s being made to live her life. His own plea to her muffled by her declaration. ‘Don’t leave me.’ Viola, his dramatic buddy, they’re ridiculous dialogues that they make up, their comfortable silences. The girl who cried when she saw him again, who hugged him so fiercely that he hurt his head. So that’s supposed to be over now maybe for good.