#0824.

hanging out with ria after all these years, as adults no less, feels equally as familiar and as it does foreign to rebecca. it's easy to lean on nostalgia, old memories and inside jokes from bygone years, formed on the rug in her grandparents' living room, the one they only got rid of a year or so ago, while their parents caught up in the other room.

but that was a long time ago, and rebecca isn't the same anymore. seeing her friend is as refreshing as it is painful; ria reminds her of a girl that rebecca considered long gone.

"it's so weird that we're here together, but i'm glad we are," she says, meaning it, leaning up against the bar at the back of the audience. rebecca sips on her beer, hands ria's order to her. one round of drinks for two people is as much as rebecca can afford at the minute if she wants to get a waterbomb shirt later, but she's happy to spend the money on ria. affection isn't easy for her, except for like this.