𝐦𝐚𝐝 ——not the word inez would use. she was never mad, even when she wanted so badly to just be angry. it was always just heartbreak. hurt. he had this hold on her that made silly putty look like a joke.
but she also blamed herself. she
wanted so badly for him to be hers (+)
the streets hum with that late-afternoon restlessness, neon signs flickering half-awake in the corners of his vision. james barely remembers how he ended up here — something about needing air, something about needing distance from the weight of her words on the screen.
(cont.)
steps forward so inez just stayed in place. “𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀. what are you doing here .ᐣ i—— i mean .͟.͟.͟ hi.”
as much as she just wanted to run into his arms, hope things would be different this time, her guard was up higher than ever this time.
how could they stand a (+)