' I dont wanna talk about it. I don't wanna think about it. ' from belle
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she has her head resting on his shoulder, breathing unsteady, and her words are barely above a whisper. it feels like so long since they’ve spoken that he’s not even sure if there’s one thing in particular she’s talking about.
when they were kids, he could read her with a look. now, every passing moment reminds him that they’ve changed so much since then, he barely even knows her. he wouldn’t even know how to describe them, though, screw-ups comes to mind.
‘ you don’t have to. just try to get some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up. ’
nights are heavy. heavy, like, he can’t quite remember when they went from telling each other everything to not talking at all. maybe, some things are best left unmentioned; examples: their dead mum, being afraid of being alone, the blood on their hands.
