[ The voice is instantly familiar and her head snaps up, eyes immediately alert as they rest on him. There's less darkness beneath her eyes, no bruising along her cheeks, though there's bruising around her neck that indicates she's been choked at some point within the last twenty-four hours. ]
The Kanye glasses look stupid on you, Mello. [ That's his name and looking at him makes her heart feel likes it's ready to glide. She hasn't forgotten him, not a single damn thing, though the memories are a little like water and come and go and mix with other memories from long ago and recently. She would offer him a smile but she's tired, literally drained of everything left. ]
Was I gone long? [ She knows she was gone and she knows she's back but how long? She's uncertain. Two hours home and then the smashing tidal wave of a years worth of memories upon her return has unsettled her. ]
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The Kanye glasses look stupid on you, Mello. [ That's his name and looking at him makes her heart feel likes it's ready to glide. She hasn't forgotten him, not a single damn thing, though the memories are a little like water and come and go and mix with other memories from long ago and recently. She would offer him a smile but she's tired, literally drained of everything left. ]
Was I gone long? [ She knows she was gone and she knows she's back but how long? She's uncertain. Two hours home and then the smashing tidal wave of a years worth of memories upon her return has unsettled her. ]