–––– @purpleteeths ⊱ ESTELLE.
regardless of how badly bodie was about to fuck up, it was their last night together. his train ticket back home had him scheduled to leave at eight the following morning, and estelle was making sure to utilize every moment they had. this week, the most anticipated and enjoyable week that bodie could remember living, was all the two had before their plan to move upstate started at the end of the month. it was easy for them to arrange it: meet up once during the summer, and after getting their ducks in a row, move off and out of the hole that was springfield; together. when bodie came to visit estelle, it was hard to look at her perfectly packed boxes and pretend that everything was okay. their lease upstate started in fifteen days. well, estelle’s lease. bodie’s, however, started next week… in springfield. the grave bodie was digging got bigger and bigger with each lie that he had strung estelle on with. for their past days together, he was able to fully submerge himself in HER, and blissfully forget how horrible the situation was. but for the past few hours, bodie’s anxiety was slowly taking over. and when she had asked ( for maybe the fifth time that day ) how he was feeling, and he said, “i’m fine,” ( for the fifth time that day ) it was obvious that she didn’t believe him. “i’ve just been thinking… i’ve been thinking about a lot. that’s all.” every attempt bodie made at telling the truth scared him to the core, and he backed out. he was amazing at it.
