@solitudebeckons + where maple is— fortunately—asleep before meeting her gaze again. “maple will love finding out you’re back.”
she’s not sure how she will feel once she’s sober—not from alcohol, but from the simple high of ramona’s presence. but it’s late, raining and… there is a part of +
@solitudebeckons + of gordon, i felt like i was suffocating—like i couldn’t actually breathe. and i was trying so hard to distract myself from what was happening with you… and gordon… and my mum… that i completely disconnected from all of it. and i don't know how to find my way back.”
@solitudebeckons + admits, the words slipping out raw, “you leaving made me realize that i don’t even know who i am without you. … that the version of me that doesn’t have you just… 𝘪𝘴. existing. surviving,” the blonde swallows, her voice dropping to a whisper. “when you left to take care +
“what? i am a fantastic liar.” the blonde protests, playfully nudging her shoulder.
a nod as she digs into her pocket, pulling out a joint and a lighter. she takes the first drag, then offers it to annie.
“i think the weather’s quite nice today, isn’t it?” blissfully
“oh, we’re such good liars.” she lets out a laugh, feeling amused for the first time on that day. “it’s just … i’ve been thinking of new york and college and yeah, it just got a bit too much.” annie tilts her head, resting it on her hand before looking into oona’s eyes.
“do +