Golden Boy

Just fix it. 

“what do you need me to do?” 

The vanilla. 

“really?” 

You would. No, I’ve had quite enough fun. 

“craving the boring?”

She’s fine. Kind of fun, actually, now that she’s out of school. 

“i thought she was fun regardless of being in or out of school--” he mused, handing her the bottle, “i think you might need some fun soon--” 

Yes.

"sit -- i’ll be there in a second--”

Maybe the Blishen’s.

“glass or bottle?” 

Then I’ll stay.

“okay”

“Alright. Give me a knut.”

“we’re letting a knut decide my fate?”

Keeping my mouth shut, for once. 

“don’t be-- you did what you thought was right for you, it’s okay--”

That isn’t what I’m apologizing for.

“what are you apologizing for?”

Hm.

I have a thought. It’s harsh, but I think it’d help.

“hit me--”

I’m sorry. Seriously. 

“don’t apologize for needing time alone--” 

How can you say something so petrifying and make it sound like it’s going to be okay?

“because you did that for me --” a small smile toyed at his lips, “you made it seem like everything was going to be okay, you believed that when i couldn’t and now i do--” 

“Trust your gut.”

“nothing -- i’m getting nothing from it”

I’m good, but they’re so fucking good. I hate being behind the scenes. Being in class when I know I could help. And help for what’s sake, these days? Nothing. 

“Mara -- they were once just good, they weren’t always so fucking good and your time will come. You can keep pushing back, but if you’re not happy -- you might not be going where you want to be going” 

So.

“I don’t know what to do --”