wuduland:
mabelle is smiling at him and it’s just like old times, and forrest watches her affectionately. it’s bittersweet, really, her coming back here. he wishes it was for him that she returned, as selfish as that sounds, but knows that the secrets of the town tended to bring all wanderers back in the end. he shakes himself out of it, and snaps photographs away, ten, twenty, fifty – eventually giving her suggestions of where to look, where to place her arm, to stop smiling as that wasn’t her instagram aesthetic. it’s not until her phone beeps at him that he stops to look at the screen. ❝ damn. sorry to ruin the photoshoot but seems like you’re out of space on here. ❞
she groans in response, hearing the telltale sign that her phone has run out of storage -- realistically, she should probably get a new one -- and then she reaches for it, taking it without a word to swipe through the photos, her smile only growing as she looks at them. not smiling isn’t her aesthetic, it’s true, but she looks so genuinely happy in the photos, eyes trained on forrest’s face and suddenly, it makes her sad. mabelle shifts her gaze to forrest, unsure of how to start. how does someone even fix what she’s done ?? “hey, i ... i’m sorry. for what i did. really. i know that doesn’t change that it happened, but ...” she trails off, heaving a sigh as she sits on an unoccupied bench.














