#basil - threads

Basil isn’t entirely sure what he’s expecting when he sees Aubrey passing by the bench that he’s sitting on in the park. Things were supposed to be better right now, right? He should at least try to say hello to her. But a creeping sense of dread comes into the back of his mind. That things will just go back to the normal of these past four years, and that making himself as small as possible would probably be the best course of action here. If she didn’t notice, it would probably be okay...

But then he remembers what he should probably be doing. Mending things, making life better for himself, and hopefully for other people. It was the least that he could do in the moment. If it didn’t work well... He probably deserved it, it was probably for the right reasons this time, so he shouldn’t really be fighting it. So here went nothing, or maybe everything.

It feels much too awkward, especially compared to how it was in the past. Did Sunny even want to see him? Was doing all this just bothering the other? It was hard, thinking about the fact that he hadn’t really seen him since they were both twelve, not counting those three days where Basil felt as though everything was falling apart in front of him. This... This could at least be a fresh slate. They could at least have a normal moment, even if it didn’t feel normal.

Would it ever really feel normal? 

At the door, he knows he should at least try not to think too much about it. A no shouldn’t feel like the end of the world, and trying to navigate this new feeling shouldn’t feel like such a heavy weight on his chest. It would be okay. Everything would be okay...