#imperide

that's simply not true. sure, it's sincere when it's said, but she knows that doesn't mean much. any time she thinks to make a request for help, she remembers she's a burden. the only way to avoid being such is to avoid being seen. or heard. annette knows that much, but she also knows that voicing this only upsets people. so instead she offers a small, tight-lipped smile. & despite knowing she would never bother anyone with anything so unimportant as her needs, brunette girl nods. "s-s-sure th-thing. um-m. than-nks."

VOICES   IN   BACKGROUND   FADE   OUT   AS   hazel   eyes   stare   up   at   masked   beauty,   hands   staying   hidden   in   bomber   jacket   covered   in   too   many   patches   to   count,   paint   faded   and   stitches   fraying   at   the   end   from   too   many   wears   —   but   it   was   sentimental   to   the   racer,   being   her   good   luck   charm   every   single   race   the   two   of   them   compete   in   together.   it   never   let   her   down,   so   there   was   no   reason   to   change   her   ways   and   even   then,   why   should   she   ?   ❝   how   much   money   do   you   think   we’ll   get   today   ?   what   sad,   rich   boy   is   gonna   use   NOS   way   too   early   in   the   race, and then spin out like they always do before he reaches the pretty finish lin—   ❞   words   being   cut   off   at   hands   grabbing   onto   waist,   lifting   her   up   and   placing   her   on   the   hood   of   his   car,   keeping   hands   there   safely   as   axl  stands   guard   in   front   of   her,   ❝   line,   is   what   I   meant   to   say   .   .   I   just   don’t   think   anyone   is   gonna   be   able   to   win   a   race   against   the   two   of   us,   is   all   i’m   saying   ❞