#farsgone

          “ i don’t think i heard you the first time. ” fingers flirt with the collar of their top. the femme’s lashes fluttering just as she looks into their eyes. “ speak up a little louder for me, please. i think you just admitted to something but i didn’t catch what it was. ”

          “ just, uh, out of pure curiosity ... what do you remember about last night ? ”

          “ well, aren’t you a fucking peach. ” hand damn near crushing the red plastic cup in her hand. “ it’s been a week since we’ve broken up and you’ve got her hanging off of your damn arm ? ”

                    " you should stay. the night, i mean. "

                    " this can't happen again. "

“   so,   was   i   everything   you   imagined?    ”

it’s become their routine : jolene, half-drunk and heartbroken, being consoled by ari ( who’s heartbroken too, watching jolene get hurt by another man ). his heart has only ever beaten for her, but he’s sure she doesn’t want it. who would? ari tucks jolene in a blanket on the couch and hands her a mug of his famous hot chocolate. “he doesn’t deserve you, jo,” he’s said it a million times, but the words still carry the same weight and sentiment.