starter: winston ( @yourcinluv ) location: open mic night, rhythm & waves festival grounds
it's the second time tonight she all but runs. this time to the stage, instead of away, feet carrying her to the area she'd occupied not that long ago. it's easy to spot him, it always is, and despite the urgency pumping through her veins, she has the decency to wait until he's clear, no one else in his vicinity. wordlessly, her arms wrap around his neck, eyes closed as her chin rests against his shoulder. it's the first time they're seeing each other after either of their sets. fistful of his shirt in each of her hands, she exhales. ofeliya had pieced her heart back together in the aftermath, but there's a different kind of peace being in the arms of someone who understands the ache. "proud of you."
