APOLSKIS, julian.
As if Micah knowing of her wasn’t punishment enough, it appears she knows of their circumstances, too. Not anything he would’ve chosen to keep from her but rather divulge in his own time, in his own words. Maybe in a way that didn’t paint him in such a pathetic light. It’s difficult to stay there, though—in the humiliation sprinkled with an adequate amount of self-pity—because there’s that smile, and a familiar warmth envelops the cold.
“ Off the hook? ” Staying within her reach, a cautious hand moves to the dip of her waist. “ You know, you were never really… on it. Never have been. ”
julian’s doesn’t stray too far from the present, and in doing so, he keeps her grounded in the now. not more than a faint murmur in the background do his past relationships become, and micah prioritizes patience over the dimming urge to concern herself with the details of the life she’s missed. the adventures of the suryadi twins before its fatal end, her ex-boyfriend’s relationship with his father and more; julian and micah had told their own stories to each other in their own words in their own little world, for them to hear and understand and no one else. maybe when they’re ready again, after they build themselves back up, they will do it again— it’s part of the hope he signifies, the future.
“ never, huh? ” micah’s fingers interlock with juli’s, with the hold it has on her waist. it’s reassuring, it’s a trust me, this is where i want to be. “ you’re that big of a simp, huh? ” she teases, and the affection it’s laced with is visible in her smile as her arms hook around his neck, a finger twirling the ends of his hair softly. it’s easier to mock than to admit that she’s just as guilty. “ what am i to do with all this power? ”
