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the flashlight beam swung wildly across the street before it dipped out of sight, swallowed up by the shadows between empty houses. laughter followed after, ringing out against the quiet of their strange new world, or whatever the hell it was. elif clutched the flashlight tighter as she darted behind an abandoned car, back pressing to the cool metal as she killed the light. heart thundering, she held back another laugh with her hand, knowing any sudden sound could give her away. the game was stupid, reckless even . . . a few people chasing each other around in the dark as though nothing outside of this street existed, but that was the point. a simple distraction from everything else going on.
the thought that this could be forever was something that enzo hadn't fully digested yet. that just like that, this would be their entire life. everyone stuck in this small town together, every big dream dissipated due to being stuck... everyone left behind, gone. there was something erie about that but there was also a curiosity... fear... and even a slight relief in being able to get away from certain parts of their lives that waited for them outside of all of this. but if there was one thing enzo learned throughout his life, it was that nothing was certain. that everything had an end, it was just knowing when that end was that was the part to question and to wonder about. enzo would always be that person that wanted to make others feel better about things and he'd always do his best to try and bring a brightness to things but he didn't always believe it. sometimes he felt he was saying it to be the version of who he felt people needed him to be. other times, he felt he said certain things, kept certain positive perspectives because he had to say it enough times to make himself believe it. otherwise, he was sure he'd end up going crazy. he'd end up a shell of himself if he let every bad thing that roamed in his head take over. his mind had always been something he'd desperately tried to run away from and if anyone knew that about him, it was elif. sure, the older he got, the more life he lived and the more hurt he went through... the more realistic he got. he was still the type to get fully passionate about things and put his all and to feel things intensely and fully. but he knew there was a part of him deep down that kept a wall up, a barrier to protect himself from just how unpredictable the world truly was. it was confusing, he threw himself into everything, it was the only way he could truly feel alive without the numbness fully taking him over but he didn't want to fully let himself go because there was a chance of getting crushed. live life to the fullest, take chances and go on adventures... never stop living especially when living already felt so difficult... but he didn't want to let his hopes grow too much that anything will truly change... enzo became such a paradox as time went on. constantly fighting himself, ( the part of himself that wore his heart on his sleeve and the part of himself that wanted to lock himself up so no one could get too close. ) all that being said, he couldn't help but think about if this really was forever than couldn't that mean that they could make their way back to each other ? the thought crossed his mind but he knew he had to stop it. he could feel his heart ache at the fact that there was still a part of him that was hopeful... that wanted to hold out hope for her when he knew he should stop that as soon as the thought popped into his head.
there was no question that all of this was incredibly hard... they were going through something so life changing, something so terrifying... but he did want to believe everything he was saying. he wanted to believe that they had to find something good in this... if not, they were all going to fully lose their minds. but he also knew that was wishful thinking. which, maybe that was something they all needed right now ? ( wishful thinking, ) something that in time, enzo had felt pathetic for. felt as though he should be more wary, more alert... that he was too hopeful and even too kind at times... but being someone that wasn't those things... it also didn't feel right. he felt there was a point in time in his life when he felt so sure of who he was but with time, he wasn't all that sure who he was anymore. then again, maybe he was just the definition of someone that was just a little lost ? ⏤ all in all, none of that actually mattered because he had become great at putting on a smile and being the person that people needed him to be. when had he not ? then there was elif, who knew him as well as she had for as long as she had. a part of him wanted to reach out and ask her to help... help him remember who it was she remembered... ask if she still saw that guy or if she could see the mask he constantly put on every morning when he woke up. did she look at him and see a stranger or was something still there ? but he couldn't ask her things like that... because things like that lead to other questions... when she looked at him, did she still care ? did she miss him ? did she still love him ? questions, he knew he shouldn't ask. questions he was almost afraid of asking. even though time had passed and they'd been living their lives without the other there... seeing her, being around her... it felt so familiar... if he could, he'd stand there and stare into her eyes all night. searching them for any type of answer to any question he had bubbling around inside his head. searching to see if she was safe... if she was okay... did she ever get away ? but if he thought about it too hard, her being there in front of him... it told him more than he'd like to realize. it told him, she didn't get away. she was still in that town... and there was something extremely heartbreaking about that. something he'd always held out some sort of hope for was that she got out of that town and ran far far away... that she was able to start her life and be free... that if what they went through was for anything, it was that in the end, he'd tell himself it was worth it because she was able to get out. but that was another thing, he knew he had to hold back. it wasn't his business, it wasn't supposed to be. besides, enzo was doing what enzo did best, he was pushing down all the hurt and feelings that he had for elif and distracting himself with what was in front of him. pushing away all the baggage and just focusing on her, right in front of him. that part of his brain, the impulsive part that just wanted to take in the moment of her being back in his life for even a split second.
as her hand slipped into his, enzo looked down at their hands for a moment before holding her hand back without hesitation. perhaps, there should've been some hesitation and maybe there would've been if he sat and thought about every single thought that floated around his head... he'd tell himself to take a step back before they both put themselves through even more hurt... sure, it was just holding hands but he wasn't sure the two of them could be in each others lives without it meaning something bigger than two exes that came back into each others lives and were friends... as much as he wanted to live in the delusion... it probably wasn't something they were capable of. right now, none of that really mattered to enzo. he'd always been the type that would pull himself or could easily get pulled into things, if he wanted it, if there was even a part of him that felt it'd fuel some kind of fire in him good or bad, he had always been the type to throw himself into it. and with elif, he'd never had a problem fully throwing himself into her and pulling her into him. once she pulled them over to the photo booth and slipped inside, enzo wasn't far behind as he moved the curtain and slipped into the booth as well. crouching down slightly so his head didn't hit the top of the booth, he sat down, leaving the little bit of space left for her. ❛ what're we thinking ? silly ? serious ? cute ? ❜ he smiled at the girl, questioning the different kind of photo poses. turning to face her more, his eyes caught hers. that same look in his eyes, like he was searching for something. he wasn't trying to look at her like that but he couldn't help it. he was trying his hardest not to let her being around him affect him... but that was turning out to be a lot more difficult than he thought. ❛ or should we just wing it ? ❜ he asked, eyes dropping to her lips for just a second before he caught himself and looked back up. turning slightly, he looked at the screen in front of them, a small clear of his throat as he started pressing different options on the screen to distract himself. ❛ i think we should just wing it, always end up with the best pictures that way. ❜
forever had always been something she'd run from, a word that never sounded like safety to her but another trap. her whole life had been laid out for her . . . forever in her parents house, forever keeping her head down, forever being who they wanted her to be. then she'd left and broken the promise of forever she'd once given him because staying had felt like the most selfish kind of life to drag him through. now here they were with no roads out, no escape hatch, and forever stared her down again. except this time it wasn't just walls closing in, it was how her chest hurt when she caught him looking at her like there was still something tethered between them that time hadn't managed to sever just yet, and it never would. she hated that hope lived in her too, buried deep but still there. hated that the thought of being stuck here forever made her wonder if that meant she could have him back, if they'd circle around until they collided all over again. she couldn't picture a life where he wasn't in it, but she couldn't picture surviving another version of them losing each other again either. her heart had always been foolish, too forgiving, too ready to hand itself over even after it had been broken. maybe that was why she couldn't stop herself from feeling it all over again . . . the pull toward him, the want and fear colliding until she didn't know which one was going to hurt more in the end.
elif had thought this new world would give her space to breathe, finally free of the suffocating home she'd been stuck in for so long, and in some ways, it had. there was nobody to hurt her anymore, but the freedom came with walls just as high as the ones she'd run from. only now the cage was the town itself, endless nights and days circling the same streets and the same faces, the same memories she'd tried to bury . . . and now him. of course fate would be evil enough to give her enzo back when she'd already mourned the loss of him once. she told herself she could survive anything after losing him, as long as she didn't have to endure the pain in seeing him again, didn't hear his voice, or feel his gaze on her . . . as long as she didn't have to rip open the wound, she'd be okay, she could keep going. yet here he was, still the man she knew so well. the boy who tried to believe enough for the both of them. the boy who wore hope like a shield even when it did nothing to protect him. elif had always loved every part of him, including those, but she hated the way he carried his kindness and the brightness he gave to everyone else like an obligation, as though he owed it to the world to be okay when inside he was shaking. she could see the cracks in him long before anyone else ever did, and the worst part was knowing he thought he had to hide them. she never expectde him to be the version that smiled when it hurt to, or laughed when his chest felt heavy. she'd fallen in love with the enzo who wore his heart too openly, felt too much, who dreamed so loudly it felt like he could pull her into his orbit without even trying. it'd been the boy who showed up and listened to a stranger when she needed it most. she never needed him to pretend. if anything, it was the mask that made him feel like a stranger, not the mess she loved so purely underneath it. she hated how much of him was still there yet just out of her reach, how much she still wanted to reach out and remind him she saw it, she always had. and if this really was forever . . . if the universe had locked them here to circle each other until one of them broke . . . then maybe there was no escaping the pull of him, and she didn't want to. the curiosity and questions lingered in the air between them, and he didn't have to say them allowed for her to know. she wondered herself . . . was he okay ? did he ever move on ? did he still think about her as often as she did him ? the answer to his was written all over her though. she hadn't gotten away . . . the bag hidden under her bed, schedules memorized in her mind, and a quiet plan whispered into the dark in her bedroom . . . all of it wasted now. she was still here, standing across from him, still every bit the girl who once swore she'd run before she let them finally ruin her. only the world had shifted, and it didn't matter what she'd planned anymore. maybe he could see that, it was written in the tired way her shoulders slumped. even worse, she could see the hope he must've carried for her. that if nothing else, if everything they went through had to mean something, it meant she got out. that she'd dug out a life for herself somewhere beyond this town. it killed her to know she was disappointing even that small piece of him. it was a messed up cycle, the two of them wanting to ask, wanting to answer, wanting to reach, and instead retreating into silence.
there should have been hesitation on her part too, a moment to pull away before it could spiral into something neither of them knew how to survive again, but hesitation had never come easy with him. even when she wanted to guard herself, it was always easier to give in to the fire she already knew would burn. with enzo, she had never known how to be half hearted. the space was too small, but she sank onto the seat beside him anyway, filling the gap he'd left open. it was reckless, but then again . . . it had always been reckless with him. the cramped booth didn't leave much space to breathe, let alone think straight. knees and thighs pressed together as the curtain fell closed, and the glow of the screen ahead only made the shadows between them stand out more. it was supposed to be harmless, just two people killing time, setting up for a strip of photos to laugh at later, but nothing about being this close to him ever stayed simple. every inch of distance erased made it harder to pretend that old instincts weren't pulling them back in. enzo's question should've been easy to answer, but it wasn't. every option felt dangerous when the reality of what lingered between them refused to settle into something safe. "hm, we've never been good at sticking to plans." she responded after a moment, the words followed by a quiet laugh that died too quickly after, the sound swallowed by the booths closeness before it could land. even a small joke left her throat tight, the pain of everything unsaid crawling back into silence. elif's gaze lifted when his caught hers, and suddenly the air shifted. nothing needed to be said, everything was already screaming in the charged air between them as she watched his eyes drop her her lips. the motion causing her lips to part slightly, a quiet breath slipping out. "winging it sounds good." she added quietly, eyes moving back to the screen too quickly, though the effort to distract herself didn't stick when she shifted in her seat, watching him press through different options on the screen. "sure, no plan, we'll figure out as we go." logic begged for space, but her body never listened, leaning closer towards him as though the pull had already made the choice for her, the camera just across from them being her excuse. silence filled in the gaps their laughter should've taken up, stretched taut enough that even the tiny machine seemed to sense it. the first flash of the camera went off without warning, catching them in the middle of it. her smile faded, eyes once again locked on his, two people caught holding onto something they weren't supposed to reach for anymore. the second flash was approaching already, and she shifted again slightly, tugging her focus back to the screen, pretending to consider it. "quick, think of something!" she told him excitedly, lower lip pulled between her teeth as the countdown played on the screen.

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due to being sick, she had to miss out on the new ham celebration and has been disappointed ever since. she hoped there would be another event sooner than later, considering how much she loved to party and socialize. nonetheless, she knew she could find her own fun somehow. wrapping an arm around someone else's, she had a bright smile on her face before asking, “so, what sort of plans do you have today? don't tell me you're going to do boring work again.” layla knew she should be worried with what happened to everyone who disappeared and they should all work together to figure out what's going on, but she couldn't help but think that could be happening later. right now, she wanted to do something to entertain herself.
despite the heaviness of everything else, elif was starting to feel like she could finally breathe again. the celebration gave her the chance to belong, to stand among everyone instead of watching from her window as life carried on without her. still, a part of her ached knowing layla wasn't there to share it, and the whole thing felt strange anyway, celebrating new ham when none of them really knew what new ham even was. she was pulled from her thoughts by the sudden warmth of someone's arm slipping through hers, her lips curving into a smile the moment she realized who it was. "i'll have you know i'm very good at boring work." amusement tugs at her lips, brows lifting. it wasn't entirely a joke, keeping herself busy with any work was the only way she'd known to keep her head above water. staying busy meant there was no time for overthinking. "but if you've got something better in mind, i'm listening."
there was such a stillness in the air. with a place with so many unanswered questions it almost seemed like each day was on a loop. like they were just repeating things and trying to figure out what their routines would look like now that they were adjusting with each passing day. "i think we've all got someone out there that's waiting for us. thinking about the day when we will all finally end up returning home. i hope for that everyday. it's different when the people you were used to seeing everyday are only in your thoughts or in photos on your phone.." each and every undelivered text that she had proved it. "i think that's what i hate most about this place. there's so much unknown and it's not like we can do much about it but... wait... and wait. when are we just all going to get to the point of being tired of waiting ? there has to be an end to this."
"the only people who'd be waiting for me are my parents." elif continued after a long pause, her voice quieter almost as if she hated admitting it out loud, and part of her did hate the way it sounded out loud. "and i can't say that makes me want to go back." her arms folded loosely across her chest, a small defense against her own words. "sometimes i think maybe it's easier for me here because when i look at my phone, there isn't anyone calling, no one to text back, and when i walk into the front door there's nobody waiting there, nobody to wish i didn't exist. it's just . . . empty, and that feels horrible to say, but it's true, and i know that others have people waiting for them, and i hope so badly that for everyone else's sake we do get answers." she exhaled slowly, eyes glancing over towards hazel. "so maybe for me, the waiting isn't about who's out there . . . it's about whether this place ever gives us the chance to start over, and i don't know which one scares me more." another sigh escapes her as she turns back to the cards in her hand, thumb brushing over the frayed edges. "honestly, i don't think it will take long, i think everyone is going to get tired of the waiting. how long can we keep this up really ? what happens when we run out of power ? or do we even have a clean source of water here when we run out ?"
elif may have been the one to end their relationship for reasons that made sense... for reasons that in a way made everything feel ten times worse. having to be apart from someone you loved because of other people. there were times enzo had wished that they had broken up because of some other heart wrenching reason. some sort of betrayal or heartbreak that had everything to do with how wrong they were for each other. as horrible as that sounded, there were times enzo had wished that was the cause... maybe then he'd be able to let go and move on. realize that they weren't supposed to be together because they were completely wrong for each other. how was he supposed to come to that conclusion when there was a time that he felt as though she was the only one for him ? that nothing else made sense to him in this messed up and crazy world but they did. they made perfect sense in his head. it was things and thoughts like that that despite elif being the one that ended things, caused enzo to feel as though it was his own fault. he was naive enough to run away with ideas of forever and let himself get swept away in the hopelessness of it all. he couldn't help but blame himself because it was easier to beat himself up. feeling as though he could've done more... maybe he should've fought harder or loved her better or made her feel more safe ? honestly, anything and everything he could think of that he could've done more even if he couldn't have done anything more or less, it didn't stop the constant overthinking. the irrational thoughts and the blame he carried. maybe it was easier to blame himself because it was easier to control ? easier to understand than trying to understand the complicated nature of what actually did happen between them and how out of their hands it actually was.
as they got closer and closer to the photo booth, enzo caught himself glancing over at her. for no other reason other than wanting to take in the girl beside him. not knowing when the next time he'd actually be able to be next to or in front of her in the way he was right then again. what if the time before and this were the last times he'd get before everything magically went back to what it used to be and they never crossed paths again ? it was almost crazy to think that all it took was seeing her twice and he was already reliving the hurt and pain he felt when he thought he'd never see her again and he had to let it sink into his brain that she wasn't going to be a part of his life anymore. that he wouldn't see her practically every single day anymore. that she'd be nothing more than a memory or a vision in a dream to him. ⏤ looking back in front of himself for a moment when she spoke of home, enzo only let the quiet sink in for a second before speaking up again. the two of them doing their best to keep things from being too silent between the two of them for too long. not wanting the time to think about the weight of everything out of this illusion to come flooding in full force. desperately running from reality, even just for right now. ❛ doesn't mean you don't deserve to enjoy the perks of it. even if it sounds crazy because there's nothing normal or sane about any of this... i sound crazy. ❜ a soft laugh fell from his lips as he looked down at the ground, finding himself swaying closer to her, making it almost impossible not to brush their arms against each other every once in awhile. something that he had definitely done on purpose even if he didn't fully do it with intent, there was a part of him that wanted a reason to get closer and closer to her.
⏤ standing in front of the photo booth, enzo stopped to fully turn towards her. stopping to get her full attention, his eyes falling to hers as if he was trying to catch her gaze and lock eyes with her. ❛ i don't think you're selfish, ❜ the last thing from selfish, really. ❛ and maybe every once in awhile, it's okay to be a little selfish ? but elif, i don't think you're wrong or crazy and definitely not selfish in thinking whatever this is is some kind of sick joke that has some deeper meaning for all of us. there's nothing right about any of this. if i think about it too long, it scares the shit outta me... but i don't know ? i also think it's okay to let yourself breathe... even if it's just for a second or sounds crazy or selfish... even if it just means feeling free from all the shit back home for just a moment. ❜ enzo raised his shoulders up and down, eyes still on hers. ❛ what if we are all here for a reason and the only way we're able to figure it out is without all the noise from everything waiting for us outside of this place ? the only way to figure that out is to let yourself feel it and live it, right ? ❜ enzo had a million questions about this place and what it all meant. he went through a rollercoaster of emotions constantly about it. going from a moment of terror to relief... to feeling sick to his stomach to feeling a sense of freedom to feeling trapped... it was a never ending cycle of insanity. he couldn't began to have any answers or idea of what any of this meant for himself or anyone else. ❛ all i know is that no matter how sick of a reality this is, if any of this is even real or whatever my reason is for being here... all i got is that i'm here and i really wanna take some warped reality pictures with you right now. i mean, you only live once in a weird fucked dimension right ? better make the most of it. ❜ enzo smiled, trying to lighten the mood as he put his hand out towards her... a bad idea but... maybe it was better than deep diving in how sick all of this actually was... and how they were literally trapped without any control or knowledge of what was happening to them. ❛ what do you say ? you in ? ❜
moving on from something so integral in her life was harder than enduring the very people who had driven her to leave in the first place. leaving behind the person who had made her whole was something she knew she would never heal from. and it would have been easier had something happened, had he broken her heart, she could feel angry and watch her love for him fall away out of hurt. that wasn't the case though, and that hit the hardest. it wasn't even him that caused this to begin with, she did. it had never been about him not being enough, if anything he had been more than enough in the way someone who loves you so fearlessly is, willing to stay even when it could've destroyed him. she'd seen it in his eyes back then, how he believed in them just as she had, and it terrified her more than anything else. she knew what her parents were, knew that the moment they realized how much he meant to her, he would've been collateral in their cruelty. how was she supposed to live with herself if that happened ? she wouldn't, couldn't even. if she knew the weight of the blame he carried, it'd make her physically ill, and part of her did know in some way. how could she not ? she wanted to tell him there wasn't anything he could've done differently, that there hadn't been a world where loving her better or fighting harder would've changed the ending she had forced on them, but she couldn't. the words would never be enough when it came to protecting him, and maybe she didn't deserve to ease that pain for him. instead, she kept it buried, let it sit between them as a ghost of everything unsaid. because what would he think if he knew the truth of the sacrifice she'd made for the sake of keeping him ? how deep would he carry his guilt had she told him what she'd faced for daring to love him in the first place ? or that she'd do it again if it meant he'd be okay ? because no amount of suffering could change the fact that she loved him, she'd always love him.
elif felt his eyes on her before she even looked over, the silent weight of being studied by him a feeling that was all too familiar. every now and then she'd glance back at him, teeth sinking into her lower lip at the sight of his eyes on her. it should have been comforting, but instead it knotted something in her chest. she'd told herself not to look too long, not to imagine what it would've been like if things were different, if she hadn't turned her back on the only person who had ever really seen her and been there for her. there were whole nights she'd convinced herself he was safer as a memory, that letting him fade was better than risking him being caught in the crossfire of her world, but standing beside him, the thought of him relegated to nothing more than a dream felt unbearable. now . . . with only a sliver of that life pressed back into her hands, she couldn't let herself linger in it too long. it hurt in a way she couldn't afford to show, not when he'd already lost so much because of her. when the silence drifted, she filled it with the safer truth, the one about home, but the word itself felt strange in her mouth, sort of like she was pretending it still belonged to her. elif spent so long dreaming of escape, of cutting ties before they tightened around him too, that 'home' had stopped feeling like something worth missing. what gnawed at her now wasn't the place she'd left, it was him, the part of her life she hadn't been able to take with her. his laugh softened the heaviness of it, and she let herself return it, just barely . . . "you don't sound crazy." she shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners despite everything going on. "i think you're right, though. nothing about this is normal or sane, there's no real correct way to deal with something like this, and who knows when or how we're going to come out of this. what if this is forever ? how could we spend forever trying to go back to something we'll never find ? " she wanted to believe in the way he framed it, the idea of taking whatever little pieces of joy they could find here, but underneath it all, the thought kept echoing back that this closeness, these brushes of their arms, were like some cruel punishment. a reminder of what she'd walked away from, and what she could never really have back. this would end and he'd be gone again, and the healing cycle would start all over again as if she ever really made it far from the start to begin with.
she felt it as soon as he turned to face her, the way everything else around them stilled and faded away, and it had her fighting herself to try and meet his gaze. he always had a way of cutting through her defenses, even when she wasn't ready for it. part of her wanted to look anywhere else, to claw back the distance she had spent years trying to create, but she stayed rooted in place, and her gaze didn't falter from his, even though it cost her something to hold it. maybe it should've been comforting, but instead it just hurt hearing him speak so openly, because she wanted to believe him and wasn't sure she could. she wanted to tell him that she didn't know how to breathe the way he meant. that every time she tried to let go, her lungs filled with the memory of what she'd left behind, of who she'd left behind. that the idea of freedom wasn't simple, it was jagged and cruel because even when she reached for it, it cut her open. the fear looming over her shoulder was engrained into who she was, and trying to block out the noise felt almost impossible, but the words tangled in her throat the way they always did when it came to him. he made her feel seen and guilty in the same breath. "you make it sound so easy." she whispered finally, her eyes searching his as if they'd give her the answers to everything, and she'd believe him. "to just let yourself feel it and live it . . . i don't even know what that looks like anymore." there was no accusation in it, only a quiet confession, something she didn't hand out too often. her fingers tightened against the fabric at her sides, a soft sigh escaping her. "but maybe you're right, maybe it's the only way to survive this without going insane, and i feel like i've had enough surviving to last a lifetime. i just want to pretend that this is it, and the rest of it doesn't exist, that's all we can really do in this moment anyway." her eyes move toward the booth, the neon glow painting her face, then back to him. a moment stretched between them, heavy with all the things neither of them wanted to say. elif knew this was the worst idea possible in their current state, knew he had to know that too, but she reached for his hand slowly, almost like testing the air, the brush of her fingers hesitant before they finally closed around his. it wasn't easy, nothing about this was, but still, she gave in to the pull. "alright," she breathed, the words carrying more than they should. "i'm in, let's do it." the words barely left her lips before she was moving, tugging him gently with her, her hand still wrapped around his. the curtain rustled as she pulled it back, a flash of neon spilling inside as well, and for a moment she hesitated . . . because she knew what it meant to shut herself into such a small space with him, how it left no room for distance or escape, but she didn't let go. instead, she turned and slipped inside first.
it was truly difficult to be in a place where she didn't want to be. hazel truly didn't want to be in new ham. nothing was here for her. everything that she had genuinely wanted as back in their original town. back home.... this was just different. and while hazel was keeping her positive outlook.. it was hard when somedays felt like there were barely any hope. answers almost barely being given to any of them now that they were here. "i think about that too. seeing my family or my daughter end up walking through those doors... and every single time that i'm here and waiting... i have to remind myself where i am. it's weird to think of it all going on without us.. scary almost." this was beyond heavy. and scary all at the exact same time. "i couldn't just sit around and wait. we need answers. at the very least we deserve them. even if we're the only ones out there that's looking for them."
she stayed quiet for a moment, letting her thoughts process in her head. it was hard to put into words, harder than usual, how strange it felt to be here, in this place that was almost like home and nothing like it at the same time. "yeah," she finally said, words almost swallowed up by the noise around them. "i know there's nobody waiting for me, nobody that i want to see, but something about being stuck somewhere with no control . . . it just doesn't feel right, it is scary." there's a sense of heavy guilt for finally feeling a tiny shred of comfort in a place so many want to escape, not that she doesn't want that too, just that she knows what's waiting for her. "we'll find them eventually, i know we will, this can't be it."

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there was nothing easier and harder than being around elif. there had always been some sort of feeling of comfort around the girl. before they were ever together, once they were together and the worst part... even now. there was and probably always would be a sense of home when it came to elif, she was so ingrained into his veins. as much as he tried to bleed himself dry of her, he couldn't. unsure if that was because enzo was the type of person that had a hard time letting go of people, things... emotions of any sort or if that was just... being in love with someone. even when things end, ( something he was finding to be a inevitability in life, ) everything ended... but even then, maybe when you really cared and loved about someone... there would always be a part of you that loved them. maybe it wasn't about someone but about that someone being elif. she wasn't someone he could let himself let go of. although... enzo felt it'd be a lot easier if he could let go. if he could un - love her and completely move on. then maybe looking at her now, seeing the smile on her face... it wouldn't cause so much hope and hurt all that the same. the hope coming from feeling a sense of calm in the her smile but a hurt knowing that all of this, it was pretend. they were pretending... they were faking it to avoid what felt like the bigger hurt of the two hurts in front of them.
there was a slight relief when she had brushed over his words and kept things light. even if he didn't mean for his words to come out in the way they may have... he couldn't help but feel how real it felt... the thought that some things weren't meant to be, ( the two of them being no exception. ) even though he knew it was something he had tried to process and accept after their breakup, it didn't make it any easier to bring back to the forefront of his mind. it didn't make it hurt any less. more than likely going back to the fact that he couldn't let her go, even when he was trying. ⏤ a smile crossed over his features as he started to walk with her in the direction of the photo booth. guiltily satisfied with the fact that she wasn't meeting anyone over at the photo booth. more excuse to hang around her even if it was probably a safer bet to both go their separate ways and try their best to avoid each other like they had before even given the weird and strange situation they were in. that being said, enzo would be a liar if he said the thought hadn't crossed his mind that there was nothing stopping them from being around each other right now... in this world or dimension or whatever it was... would it be so bad to stick his head in the sand and pretend the world outside of this didn't exist ? that maybe things could be different, here ? a naive thought, honestly. ❛ is it bad to say that sometimes this whole, whatever this is⏤ ❜ he began, still walking with her as he motioned around them. talking about whatever was going on in this town. ❛ new ham, it kinda feels like a trippy vacation from home ? ❜
it was impossible to look at him and pretend it didn't undo her piece by piece. he'd always felt like home to her too in a way that was terrifying because it meant she could never really sever herself from him, no matter how many walls she built or excuses she told. it was easier to convince herself she'd left for the right reasons when he wasn't standing right in front of her, when she could cling to distance as if it dulled the reality of what she'd done. but here, with his smile catching on hers, it was impossible not to feel the weight of what they'd both lost, and what she still wanted despite herself. that was the cruelest part ⏤ knowing she'd ripped them apart with her own hands and still finding herself wanting to reach for him, still aching for the safety she only ever found in his presence, even as the knowledge sat heavy on her chest that she was the one who had ruined it. some nights she'd thought maybe it would be easier if she could hate him, easier if he gave her a reason to. instead, she was left with the unbearable truth that she had walked away from the best thing she ever had, and no amount of pretending could make that feel any less like a wound she would carry forever.
there was something almost unbearable in how okay it felt, falling back into step with him, letting the moment carry them forward as if all of the silence and heartbreak hadn't carved them hollow. she tried to keep her smile in place, tried to keep things light the way she always had when he got too close to the edges of her, but the truth of it stayed. that maybe they really weren't meant to be, that all her carefully constructed reasons and justifications were nothing more than thin paper excuses. because walking next to him like this, the ache of it forced its way into her chest in a way that distance had never been able to dull. ⏤ the photo booth loomed closer, and she hated how her pulse stuttered, how her body betrayed her in ways her mind tried so hard to resist. she should have found a reason to leave, to cut this short before it went anywhere it shouldn't, but instead she kept walking, matching her steps to his. "maybe," she began softly, almost to herself. "but vacations end. sooner or later, you have to go back home." the words escape her on a sigh and she hoped he wouldn't hear the way her voice dropped on the last word. home. she didn't even truly know what it felt like to have one of those. he was the closest thing, and she'd lost that too. the word still made her stomach tighten though, a reminder of the hell she had left behind, of parents who never really let her be. she'd hoped to build herself a life away from that, quietly, but standing next to him, even just walking as they were, it felt like the past had a hand on her shoulder again, and it could reach into her chest and pull at all the stuffing in the hollow spaces she'd tried to fill where he used to be. he was everywhere though, in every crevice, taking over no matter how hard she tried to move on. there was a part of her that wanted to press closer though, to cling to that fleeting feeling, to pretend for even a heartbeat that the world outside didn't exist. that maybe in this little bubble, in this ridiculous stolen corner of life, none of it could touch them. she let the thought linger, it was fragile and almost laughable. it couldn't be forever, and she knew that, and maybe it would end the moment she blinked and remembered who she was outside this small and temporary world. but for now, it was enough just to be beside him, just to feel the brush of his arm against hers, or the occasional accidental touch of hands, without the weight of everything else coming down, threatening to tear it all apart for the second time. "sometimes . . . it feels like this whole thing is just a sick joke." her fists open and close at her sides, glancing up at him only for a moment. "like some cruel punishment or something, and i know that's selfish of me to think, but maybe everyone is here for their own reason."
it was definitely odd feeling as though they were talking and joking around with each other like everything was perfectly normal between the two of them. but it was also in some ways a security blanket. even if that blanket was full of holes... something that enzo seemed to veer towards the majority of the time. when things came across that he couldn't handle face on, he'd more than likely smile through it. laugh or crack a few jokes, pretending as though, he was perfectly fine. like he wasn't currently trying to hold the pieces of himself together that were falling apart at the seams. it used to be elif that enzo could let go some of those walls down around. a past where she was one of the only people he'd let in through the facades and barriers he put up by flashing a smile. she was someone he could let go with, someone that he could breathe with... now, the smile crossed his features and the wall rebuilt itself around him. something that felt unnatural when around the girl. it almost feeling pathetic to try to rebuild it when she knew him as well as she had. ( a detail he tried to push down as far as humanly possible. ) the fact that she did know a part of him most didn't. it almost feeling easier to pretend their past wasn't still burning in his brain, a constant memory on repeat.
❛ you know what ? for you, i'll make sure it's a creepy as possible. ❜ enzo teased back, a hand coming up to his chest as she began to pose. ❛ wow, beautiful⏤ ❜ smiling, enzo brought his hands up, acting as if he was holding a fake camera and pretending to snap a photo before dropping his hands back down. a small, almost gentle laugh falling from his lips afterwards. something felt so normal and easy about joking around with her, about laughing with her but something else felt incredibly heart wrenching about how this wasn't normal anymore... how it wasn't easy anymore. how they were the same people, yet everything was so different. a layer of hurt underlying every smile, joke and laugh that fell from their lips. ❛ you're right, that would've been much more officiant... man, maybe i'm just not cut out for this stalker lifestyle. ❜ enzo let out a dramatic sigh, continuing to go along with their little back and forth. ❛ guess somethings are just not meant to be. ❜ he immediately regretted his words before playing it off with a laugh and a head shake , a slight clear of his throat following shortly after as he moved onto the next thing. ❛ care if you walk with you in that direction ? i mean, if you're meeting someone over there i can totally get lost and continue stalking from the shadows but i'm headed in the direction anyways, little company won't hurt. ❜
it was odd how easy it was to fall into old rhythms with him, even if they were stretched thin over all the sharp edges they'd never talk about willingly, all the things they chose to ignore simmering under the surface, waiting for the chance to explode and bleed out. laughing even came easier than it should, but it was still there, spilling out in the spaces where silence might've otherwise choked her. that was part of what felt the strangest . . . how could she wear a smile so easily when all she wanted to do was scream ? and tell him she's sorry, that it was a mistake, and take it all back. the reality of it being that she can't do that because surely this isn't forever, and eventually they'll be back in west ham, and things will be no different than before. that thought alone was devastating, but she tried not to let it show, tried to keep her expression light as though her chest wasn't tightening at the sight of him. pretending, because pretending was safer than facing reality. except pretending never lasted long, not when the weight of what sat underneath was too much to cover up. heartbreak didn't disappear just because they buried it beneath a smile. she knew better than to think either of them were fooling each other, knew this was all a show, which almost made it worse. silly even, playing make believe with the one person who had seen every part of her.
" careful, " her smile grows as she shifts her weight onto one leg, arms folded across her chest. " you're starting to sound like you've had practice. " there's a longing in her eyes that betray how easily his compliment slips under her skin, how natural it feels hearing it from him even after everything, even as part of a silly little joke. " a shame, really. " the words escape her quieter than she meant for them to, but still loud enough to hang heavy in the air. it was too easy to read into, too easy to let herself feel the sting of what he probably hadn't meant to say out loud in the way she'd felt it. her eyes focus on him for a second before she's dropped them away, as if pretending she hadn't caught the weight behind it would make it vanish. " guess you'll just have to retire from the stalking business early, not the worst fate i suppose. " the tease was soft, an attempt at soothing the air between them, though the tone of her voice carried the faintest hint of something else, something wounded. fingers toy with the hem of her sleeve before she's glancing up at him again, offering him a smile, though it never really reaches her eyes. " i'm not meeting anyone, so you don't have to lurk in the shadows on my account. you can walk with me, i actually wouldn't mind the company. "
there was just so much waiting that came along with this place, it seemed. there was something wrong. nothing seemed right ! what felt even weirder ? was the fact that their old selves could still be in west ham or that this really was some kind of alternate universe with no solid answers to be given just yet. "isn't it weird for us to not know what's going on back home ? i feel like that's the one thing that i really just cannot seem to get out of my head." that was a good point... you couldn't just wait around. they had to make the most of it. enjoy something. while they were here. "karaoke and hotdogs is better than having to be locked in the houses. we've got no choice but to keep going. we'll have answers soon... i'm hoping for it."
"sometimes i think about my parents walking through the door back home, not even realizing i'm gone, like i'm living in two places at once. it doesn't feel real that life could potentially just . . . go on without us there." her shoulders lift in a small shrug, trying to brush the heaviness away even as it clung there. the idea that this could be some alternate universe was terrifying, she'd often questioned how unlucky can one be to go from one version of hell to another. "but i guess that's why things like this matter . . . whatever we can get, because otherwise it's just waiting, and i don't think we could stand only waiting." she wasn't even in a hurry to get back to normal life, if anything she was desperate to run far, far, from it, but being stuck here wasn't much better. "yeah, hopefully soon."
ive got some grief stuck in my ribs yes
closed: @aquarics where: the stage
Part of him missed it. The rush of performing like he'd done through high school, but was now nothing more than a buried past time. But doing it for something like this? He understood is, but did he? Still he found himself tapping his foot against the dirt before he'd even realized it. Leaned against the make shift stage with a paper plate of fries, grinning a little too wide as he people watched the crowd for whatever chaos the rest were up to. "You know I gotta say I'm a little bit impressed. I was a little doubtful that events committee was something that could be used for good and not evil, but you guys actually did a pretty great job getting this set up." He mumbled as he tossed a fry in the air and attempted to catch it between his teeth. "Now the important question I've got for you Miss Elif... When and where are we whipping out some beer. Because it's feeling just a little too wholesome at the moment."
"evil, hm?" her brows lifted as she leaned back against the stage beside him, pretending to think it over as she sipped from her drink. "i was seconds away from begging for a dunk tank with you in mind, couldn't get the one in storage working though." she let her gaze drift out over the crowd, humming softly in agreement. "though i'll admit . . . it turned out better than i even thought it would too. people actually look happy, somewhat content." the thought lingered for a beat before a laugh escaped her, eyes rolling playfully. "i am nothing if not prepared, give me a little credit." she added, head nodding in the direction of the cooler she'd brought sitting by the ring toss station. "come on, before someone else finds it and we're stuck drinking watered down soda all night."

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elif was talking to the optimist here. the one who always did her best in order to make sure that there was a happy vibe going around. but, in a way ? she was nervous. and she was scared. as much as she had a positive look on things... or tried to ? there was just so much that she had been worried about. none of this was easy. it wasn't supposed to be. there was no way that a situation like this would turn out on the easier side. there was a lot of factors to consider now that west ham was.... new ham. "it is weird. so weird. we can't pretend like it isn't. i mean, we're barely even functioning like a real town would function, you know ?" hazel couldn't help but think about all of the weird stuff that could keep occurring now that they were in a mirror of what their old life was. "i guess... we have to try to have fun. it seems like we're going to be stuck here for a bit. so, they figure it's time to make the most of it. i guess we're celebrating... a new start... a new really weird start, at that." hazel looked out at all of the people celebrating and having fun. for a second she forgot about what their situation even was. this part seemed normal.
it was hard to believe that something wasn't seriously wrong here, and to be expected to go on about daily life around what was now new ham. everything was different here, but also nothing at all. just trapped in a new way. same place, new cage. "exactly," she agreed, fingers drumming absently against the table. "it's like we all collectively decided to play make believe, only this time there's funnel cakes and card games involved." a laugh slips out softly because she wasn't wrong, maybe it was easier to pretend when there was music and lights and something that looked like normal. "but i guess you're right." she added, nodding in agreement. "if we're stuck, might as well try to make the best of it. i'd rather it be karaoke and hot dogs than . . . well, just staring at the walls waiting for answers to come out of them." her gaze drifted briefly toward the crowd before returning to hazel, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "it is a really weird new start, but all we can really do is keep going."