#araxai

I love you. I always will. And it’s my fault we fell apart. Now I just have to figure out how all these pieces fit together, wether they’re salvageable. Above everything, I’m sorry.

“I’ve thought about it…” She looked down, fiddling with a string hanging off her shirt. “Never a good thing to think about… I mean then I wouldn’t have had a reason not to, yaknow… why, have you?"

She sighed and cast her eyes down, not able to look at her yet. “Look, I know, I should have at least left some trace when I went. I wanted to. There were so many times I picked up the phone ready to call you but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. And then I got back and the /first/ thing I did was take a cab to your apartment building, and…” Her words caught in her throat, and she wiped her eyes, not sure when she started crying. “I just couldn’t. I know it doesn’t mean much now but I’m sorry,” she hiccuped, looking up into the other’s eyes, “and I /do/ love you.”

Thank you for letting us know! We’ve loved having you here. Take all the time you need, and whenever your muse returns, we’ll welcome you back with open arms. - Gardy

❝ Well, who said I was going to let you eat alone anyways? ❞ she questions, smiling at the latter, linking her arm with hers. ❝ C’mon. We’re going to take our time eating and we’re going to talk about whatever happened while we were too busy to even contact each other. Doesn’t that sound like a good deal, unnie? ❞

/also flails/ Oh my god, I missed you, come here so I can love you!

“You definitely don’t look fine, are you sure?” Putting a hand on the other female’s shoulder Sophie looked around the room for something to sit on, pointing at a chair not far away from them. “Let’s sit down for a bit, alright?”

She blinks for a moment, before nodding respectfully and returning the greeting. ‘Thank you. My name’s Estella, but I go by Essy these days.’