- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝓜arianne had the sense that her real life was happening somewhere very 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, happening without her, and 𝓼he didn’t know if 𝓼he would ever find out where it was and become part of it. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 too — 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 awake, actually; it’s only that once she’d felt the softness of his gaze it had been all too easy to bask in it, despite the ever growing pit in her stomach of their soon separation.

⠀⠀ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 fluttered open slowly; tears, spilling down her cheeks, coming as swiftly as their gazes met; her throat thick with dread. ( 𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑜. ) She wants to say it—she almost does—but remaining silent, unmoving, she succumbs only to a shallow breath.

⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒 fill the silence; her soft, hiccuping breaths muffled against the pillow as her palm brushed over her cheek. It’s an 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, truly, how quickly the seams had unravelled. “ . . . It’s silly — I’m being silly, Connell. “

⠀⠀⠀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 meantime, as she drinks a glass of wine, she’s chopping the veggies for their dinner omelette —— 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 to find that the mushrooms in the fridge from their pizza night were still in date.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ︴@morosewoe. ﹐ ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 any prep left to do before Connell’s fateful return with the milk and eggs—and the rest of the ingredients needed—she perches onto the counter by the fridge, swinging her legs as she pulls out her phone to drum out another text: 𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘱. 𝘹𝘹

⠀⠀⠀” . . . 𝒉𝒎𝒎. It never hurts to hear, does it? “

⠀⠀⠀𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 cradle of his shoulder, she stirs; the smell of his cologne, and the sound of his voice pressed against her ear, eliciting the slow crawl of a smile as she hooks her hand at the nape of his neck. “ . . . Girl’s gotta eat, Connell. “