depressing but handy

The girl had no idea on what she could do. She wasn’t going to hug him, and it wasn’t a good idea if she simply walked away from him. They both needed closure, him more than her. But did she really want that? Naomi felt her heart breaking for him at the sound of his voice cracking, the fact he was upset over her made her feel an immense guilt she had felt when she first left. “All over the country,” She spoke weakly, looking away from him, “The people I’m with wanted to just stop by for the day.” If she wanted to continue her journey, she would have to get going soon, but something was telling her not to go on.

Sitting by herself for those 30 minutes made her realize how tired she was. As soon as she started college, she was always dying for a way out. Naomi saw the opportunity to leave, and took it. The past few months were exhilarating for her, being able to see things she never thought she’d see, living and loving life, and learning to love who she was. Staying in one place for a long period of time was not her style, no matter who lived there. By the time she’d left, Naomi had half the mind to do something awful to herself. She soon realized that it was almost 3, meaning her friends would be leaving to go to some other state soon. Grabbing her empty cup of coffee, she went to look underneath the table for her bag, when a familiar voice rang through her ears, despite his quiet tone. Her heart both fluttered and sank at once; he was the last person she’d expect to see. Naomi slowly turned her head, the familiar lip piercing and blue eyes confirming that it was in fact her ex-boyfriend. Slipping off her sunglasses, she gulped, “–Grey…”

Greyson was confused. He didn’t know if he should smile big and greet her with a hug, or just walk away and try to pretend he hadn’t seen her. He was always certain he’d love this girl forever but seeing her finally there after everything that had happened,he wasn’t sure if it was love or resentment. And in between all the mixed emotions, there was, of course, hurt. He could feel a huge lump forming in his throat, and he knew if he continued to stare at her, he’d break down in front of her. Averting his gaze to his floral-print-Vans-clad feet, he asked in a higher yet still cracked voice, “Where’d you go?” That was it. That was all he asked, still not quite sure if he should stay and chat or just go.

It had been quite a while since she’d last been in Miami, the place held so many memories for her. The people she had been traveling with insisted on stopping in. Sitting in some sketchy cafe, the girl with now shoulder-length hair sat in a corner sunglasses on her face, as if her tattoos peaking out from under her clothes wouldn’t give her away.

Greyson hated coffee, but he didn’t cross the street from his little recently opened shop to get something for himself. He’d offered to get his co-worker and close friend Onyx some coffee, considering she was busy working and he didn’t want her to interrupt herself. Besides, the place was getting stuffy and he’d been dying for a while to get some fresh air. He made a mental note to himself that he’d have to install an air conditioner as soon as the money came up. He was happy with his store. It was something he’d had an idea for from a long time and he decided he wasn’t gonna waste any more time in college studying for a career he was no longer interested in. He decided to start devoting his time to things he was certain would make him happy. And now it’s time for Bear to stop rambling. He was about to leave the cafe with the warm cup in hand when he caught a glimpse of a girl sitting alone at a table not so far away. One look at the dark-haired girl and her familiarly accentuated jaw and he was tripping on his feet. Apologizing to the person walking behind him, he stepped aside and continued to stare at who he couldn’t believe was sitting there in the same room as him. With a slow pace, he made his way over to where she sat, breathing heavily as he struggled to form her name in his lips. “Nao-Naomi?“ he almost whispered in a cracked voice, but he was sure she heard him.

I was always more into Harry. Just couldn’t resist the curls.

I don’t know whcich is which, love. Don’t, like, two of them have curls?

Greyson A. Talbot, it is too fucking soon for that joke.

Now, now, no need to whip out the initial.

Let’s not talk about Zayn leaving One Direction, I’m still sad about it. However, I’m still living for solo Zayn.

Aha, now they’re going in two directions.

I haven’t heard it, what’s it like?

It’s rather different from what I expected. Really, it’s just a pretty chill song. Kind of indie folk. I honestly suck at music genres.

...What you doin’?

You know there’s somethin’ wrong when you start missin’ the constant chirpin’ of cicadas.

Are those like crickets?