❀ a place where thoughts can bloom ❀

      As he slips past faceless figures, his ears seem to go numb   to the sound of his steps and breaths, his alone. Although   he’s skeptical, he thinks it all but necessary to comfort her in   her seemingly useless endeavors. She’ll probably be hesitant   in accepting, as he is a literal stranger coming to aid, but he’s   still walking.                                     “ Hey                                               Sorry for that… i-it must be hard. “

    She’s so caught up in her own thoughts, it takes her a second to realize someone’s talking to her. Eyebrow cocked, she glances at him, then down at her own body, foolishly seated on the concrete curb. She brings herself up to her feet and beings to wipe the back of her skirt, figuring it must be filthy after just seconds of being seated.

          “…Usually when people are crazy conscious about those           sorts of things they can just study the label and find out for           themselves right? …Or a quick Google search couldn’t hurt…”

Skye uttered the last of her words under her breath. The other girl was irritated for certain and while Skye figured she was venting her woes about protein aloud to herself, the sentiment caught Skye’s attention and a bit of curiosity to ask the question that instantly caught her mind. Then in a backtrack she suddenly realized her question could possibly further prick at the girl.

      “Sorry. Not too familiar…with the obsessive label reading….craze.”

          “You would think, right?!”

Another sigh fell from the brunette’s lips, though it was clear that her annoyance wasn’t directed at Skye. Instead, it was directed at the guy at the coffee house who made a snarky remark when she asked for almond milk in her tea. People could be so rude at the most simple of things, and she was sick and tired of it at this point.

       His formerly inactive mind stirs as someone runs a shoulder against his, and he’s brought back to reality. It’s all just its usual sea of inaudible murmurings until a voices pipes out among ignoring passerby. It sounds so familiar, the tone and words, yet he turns and is met with a face unknown to his eyes. A slight disappointment, sure, but he smiles as he thinks how ecstatic his former interest would be in the presence of a comparable mind.

            Her head in spinning because she swears she just saw someone throw another fucking wrapper on the ground, and she has to sit herself down on the curb so she can calm down. People around her seem annoyed, yeah, but in the moment, she doesn’t care. She hears someone utter the words “crazy bitch”, and her eyes narrow as she tries to put a face to said voice. “You have a wonderful day, sir!” she yells back, a sigh escaping bare lips almost immediately.

           “I swear to god, if one more person asks me where            I get my protein, I’m throwing a can of beans at their            head.”

“ -- I’m sorry, that was kind’ve rude.”

It wasn’t exactly a surprise to Naomi; not everyone in the world had a heart of gold like she did. Still, it was uncalled for, and she liked to teach people the importance of being a good person. Did it always work? No. Was it worth a try? Of course.

She’s not speaking to anyone in particular, though the passion that spews from her may not make that obvious.

          “it’s called PDA and there’s nothing wrong           with showing the world that you love someone.”

                   and with that, she’s wrapping her arms                    around their neck, lips trailing over                   their jawline. 

         ❝ Naomi, I said I’d TRIED,but they need me. ❞                          She frowns, her jaw tightening, and she tried shaking the venom                           out of the word ‘liar’ from her. Natasha hate that word it made her                          seem not trustworthy. Natasha decided to swallow the hurt.             ❝ I have to go. I’ll make it up to you, promise. ❞

        “You didn’t TRY hard enough.”

                   There’s hurt clear in her voice, and she wonders why                   she put her trust into this woman. She does this time                   and time again, and Naomi’s the one that gets hurt in                   the end.

          “ PLEASE don’t do this to me. It’s my job.                           I would rather be with you, you know that. ”

          “ you -- you TOLD ME you’d try to stay. 

          ❛ the fuckin’ BITCH woke up sadie — i fuckin’ TOLD her t’quit cryin’.           little punk had it COMIN’ for her. let HIM sleep in my fuckin’ bed. OUR           FUCKIN’ BED. look at y’husband NOW, c-courtney. ❜                 CROSSES his arms against the bar to lay his forehead on, a droplet                of amber TRICKLING down the side of his glass. he’s not CRYING,                NOPE ( but maybe ?? ).

        she’d come here to meet up with a friend, but NOW that thought        was at the back of her mind. eyes fixated on the man next to her,         naomi’s desire to CARE takes over her and she reaches out to        place a hand on his shoulder.