₍the question hurts mort than she expects it to. not because he’s angry, not because he’s yelling, but because he sounds genuinely confused. and, suddenly, she hates that. hates the red mark blooming across his cheek——hates the way he’s.
( he's confused for a second, the sound of palm hitting cheek sounding distant and entirely separate from the blooming sting on the left hand side of his face. and when he realizes she'd hit him, something in him feels betrayed, despite
stupid, doesn’t it?
₍her gaze lifts back to him, finally. and the guilt that crashes into her nearly steals her breath away₎
i didnt mean to——
₍another lie. she had meant to hit him——maybe only for a second——maybe without thinking. but she had meant
₍the moment his words leave his mouth, something in her expression shifts. not anger at first. something closer to hurt. because she knows he’s probably telling the truth. she knows light. she knows he wouldn’t do something like that. but the
m—
( light goes to call after her but he fears it's useless. she's already halfway down the hall, and he stands there for a moment with the bridge of his nose pinched between index finger and middle.
when he does take off after her,
₍she swallows, unable to look away from him now₎
i didn’t——
₍the apology sits right there, caught behind her teeth. because she doesn’t know how to apologize for something she did out of fear, something she knows she shouldn’t have done₎
well now im definitely holding you to that!
₍her finger points toward him in mock warning as soon as he slides into the driver’s seat₎
and no backing out! i’ve already spent enough time staring at my phone waiting for you. (´▽`ʃƪ)♡
₍her brows lift immediately, disbelief written all over her face before she lets out a soft laugh. honestly, after everything she’d just said, that explanation almost sounds ridiculous₎
sick of hearing from you?
( she waited? he nearly melts between that admission and her gentle pet to his cheek. there's this constant push and pull between the two of them, and if not calling sooner had squashed his chances, he'll simply never forgive himself. )
₍there’s a playful little hum as she adjusts in her seat, though her expression brightens noticeably at his next promise₎
oh? youre calling tonight too?
₍an attempt to sound casual about it was made. it fails immediately₎