the progress project [3]

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yuli

"yuli," she hears distantly, and decides to ignore it being in between consciousness and unconsciousness. "yuli."

her eyes open reluctantly to see atília crouching in front of her, genuine concern on his face. huh. that's the first emotion other than hatred that she's seen from him in a while.

"hng?" she groans groggily, failing at making any sense whatsoever.

"you fell asleep." his hair his mussed in every direction and his lips are stained raspberry. "are you okay?"

she nods, but her silence betrays her. he reaches a hand out to help her up as pins and needles shoot through her neck. "come on."

they walk down the hallway side by side, and yuli can't help but steal glances at him. how many hours had he been studying? how many hours had she been sitting in the hallway, passed out?

"you and vivian broke up," he says, more as an observation for verification rather than a tone of judgement.

"yeah. it was kinda mutual."

"i am sorry," he states, offering her a small smile of his condolences. she wishes she could see him smile more. "i have an idea to take your mind off of it."

"yeah?"

"chick fil a?"

she smiles softly.