#spectraled

"you are not at all what i expected." hues narrow, soft tsk following. "no, you are far worse."

in  all  honesty,    she  had  thought  that  her  new  neighbor  hated  her    -    partially  because  her  daughter  wouldn’t  stop  digging  holes  in  their  front  yard  and  partially  because  she  always  seemed  to  arrive  home  (  obnoxiously,    as  any  would  with  two  children  )    when  his  latest  conquest  was  doing  their  walk  of  shame.    which  is  why  she  stands  mesmerized,    sipping  her  coffee,    children  at  school,    watching  intently  as  he  shovels  her  driveway.    she  should  defend  herself,    her  capability  of  doing  that  on  her  own,    but  honestly?    she  was  tired.    exhausted.    from  keeping  up  with the kids  to  opening  her  own  bakery,    she  barely  had  time  to  breathe  these  days.    selfishly,    she  waits  until  he  finishes  before  opening  the  front  door.    ❛  thank  you.  ❜    este  calls  out,    ❛  i,    uh  -    i  just  made  coffee  if  you  would  like  some.  ❜    she  gestures  inside,    ❛  and  i  have  some  pastries  left  over  from  yesterday. you're more than welcome to take a few.  ❜

peyton gazed into the old photo album spread across the coffee table, a flood of memories rushing back with each turn of the yellowed pages. the laughter echoed in her mind as she traced the faces frozen in time, captured in the innocence of their youth. the words escaped her lips like a whispered confession, "we were only kids back then. we didn't know any better.'' the room seemed to shrink as the weight of nostalgia settled in, transporting her to a time when life was a tapestry woven with the threads of friendship and untamed dreams. she leaned back against the worn-out couch, the threads of time unraveling in her mind as she revisited those carefree days. in the photograph, they stood shoulder to shoulder, a band of misfit adventurers taking on the world with nothing but wide smiles and unbridled enthusiasm. her eyes lingered on each face, recalling the impromptu adventures, secret hideouts, and the unspoken bond that held them together. as she spoke those words, a bittersweet smile played on her lips. the realization that they were just kids, navigating a world they barely understood, struck a chord deep within her. In the passage of time, they had grown, changed, and embarked on divergent paths, leaving behind the simplicity of their shared past. yet, she couldn't escape the wistful nostalgia that painted her words. the echoes of youthful laughter seemed distant, replaced by the complexities of adulthood. choices made, lessons learned, and friendships tested by the relentless march of time. "do you ever think about what would have happened if we both had stuck around in this town? just for funsies... - do you think we would've stayed together?," she questioned, a blend of regret and acceptance in her voice. / @spectraled

her eyes narrowed as she spotted him across the crowded room. the air seemed to thicken, charged with the weight of unresolved history. it had been years since they last stood face to face, and now, they dared to reappear in her world. "you've got a lot of nerve, showing your face around here again," she muttered under her breath, her gaze locking onto his figure. the memories, both bitter and sweet, flooded back, and a surge of conflicting emotions threatened to overwhelm her. she hadn't expected to see them again, especially not in a place that held echoes of their shared past. the room, once filled with laughter and shared secrets, now crackled with tension as natalie clenched her fists at her sides. as she approached them, each step was deliberate, a silent declaration of her resilience against the currents of the past. their presence brought back a flood of unanswered questions and a sting of betrayal that time hadn't fully healed. yet, there was a raw vulnerability in her voice as she continued, "i never thought i'd see you again." her eyes bore into theirs, a mixture of anger, hurt, and a lingering hint of the connection they once shared. she couldn't shake the feeling that they had some nerve, strolling back into her life as though the passage of time had erased the wounds. the years apart had sculpted her into a stronger version of herself, but the scars remained, etched into the fabric of her being. "you left without a word, without an explanation," she accused, her voice cutting through the ambient noise. the crowded room seemed to fade away, leaving only the charged atmosphere between them. the unspoken history hung heavy in the air, and she braced herself for whatever response they might muster. it was time to confront the past, and she was ready to demand the closure she had been denied for far too long. / @spectraled

the door creaked open, and naomi's eyes shot up from the book she was pretending to read. there they stood, in the doorway, an unwelcome specter from her past. the sharp words tumbled out before she could stop them, "you can't just show up here unannounced." the air in the room shifted, thick with tension, as memories she had tried so hard to bury resurfaced. her jaw tightened, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edges of the worn armchair. the room, once a sanctuary of solitude, now felt invaded by their presence. "what gives you the right?" she continued, her voice edged with a bitterness that had festered over time. their sudden reappearance stirred up emotions she had long thought buried, and the wounds, far from healing, throbbed anew. her gaze bore into them, searching for answers in the lines of their face, the flicker in their eyes. the unspoken questions hung between them, heavy and charged. she had built walls to protect herself, moved on, and tried to forget. yet, here they were, a living reminder of a past she wished would stay buried. the silence stretched, broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall. the weight of unsaid words hovered in the room, suffocating and demanding acknowledgment. naomi's chest rose and fell with each calculated breath, the anguish of old wounds reopening. "you left without a trace," she accused, her tone sharp and accusatory. "and now, what? you think you can waltz back in like nothing happened?" yhe vulnerability in her voice clashed with the anger, creating a symphony of emotions that echoed in the small space. the femme awaited their response, torn between the need for closure and the fear of reopening wounds that had never fully healed. / @spectraled

her heart raced as she confronted them, her voice a fragile tremor in the charged air. "can we discuss what happened between us?" the words hung between them like a heavy cloud, laden with the weight of unspoken pain and unanswered questions. the room, once a haven of shared laughter and whispered promises, felt foreign and tense. olivia's hands fidgeted nervously as she awaited their response, her eyes searching for a hint of understanding in their gaze. the memories of what transpired between them were etched in the lines of her face, a haunting narrative of love turned sour. they shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her plea, and her stomach churned with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. the air seemed to vibrate with the unspoken emotions that lingered between them, a palpable reminder of the fracture that had torn apart the foundation they once shared. "i just need to understand," she continued, her voice cracking with vulnerability. the pain of their past danced in the shadows, a relentless ghost haunting her steps. she had tried to bury the hurt, to move on, but the echoes of their shared history had proven inescapable. their eyes met, a silent battlefield where emotions clashed and retreated. she could see the guarded walls they had erected, a defense against the raw honesty she sought. the distance between them felt like an unbridgeable chasm, and she longed to unravel the tangled threads of their unraveling connection. "i thought we had something real," she confessed, her words carrying the ache of a heart betrayed. "and then everything fell apart, and i need to know why." the room held its breath as she braced herself for the revelation that might bring closure or deepen the wounds. the past hovered in the air, an anguished plea for acknowledgment, and she awaited their response with a mixture of fear and desperation. / @spectraled

"Nothing has changed. I am still off limits. Why don't you try to ruin someone else's relationship other than your supposed best friend's?" // @spectraled (based x)