"let's go!" Her voice was gripped with a firm happiness laced with layers of affection. Ginger locks flopped against her head. His laugh was strung out in a series of melodies.
She loved every second of this oblivia. The feeling of drowning in their proximity felt like an unhealthy addiction. The way it warned off likely predators was a scary obsession that had become a habit of which she would never admit.
And when he wiggled free, still smiling pretending it means nothing to him. And she smiled like a porcelain doll, his smile covering up the intentional pain.
BEcAUsE
THeIr
BeST FrIenDS
So it should be protonic.
They shouldn't feel anything towards each other.
Then why does it feel like poison?
"Hiyora!" The words flick off his tongue so easily and the girl looks up. The smile stiff to the brim with lies as always. Hiyora, her legs kick at the soggy oak pieces.
He doesn't smile at you anymore.
Her mind wonders as he rattles out, her hands twisting around the metal chains. Hiyora. The name is prominent and it has no meaning. Not to him at least.
Hiyora, don't be fooled; her mindful companion mocks from the pouch on the chest of her dungarees.
Maybe I like being fooled.
Her head whirls back to him and she can't help but feel the loneliness rip at her insides as the boy in front of her puts on a show.
HiYOrA
dEaR
DOn'T
bE
SElFISh
Blessed with two eyes, but too dense to see.
But why bother?
When all you see are smileys on a
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