#&. jupitersari / jupiter.

[marinachois]

location: marina’s apartment time: late morning, may 2nd who: closed for @jupitersari​

the knot twists in her chest even as she sits waiting for the other to arrive. she’s the one who called, who asked to meet and even suggested her own apartment, but it still feels wrong. the memory of her confession in the park is still fresh, a sour reminder of her own misplaced trust. and yet... marina cannot hold her own moral high ground here. she knows she wasn’t the most secretive either, reaching out to friends in far-flung cities and the familiar embrace of social media to quell her own rising confusions and worries. the doorbell rings and she rises, making her way to the door quickly.

“hey, come in.” her smile still perches on her lips, albeit a little stiffer than usual. “i... you probably already know why i asked you to come over, yeah?”

[marinachois]

[text]: call or text me back please. i’m getting worried.

[ sms → ariadne]: hey, what’s up? [ sms → ariadne]: sorry i was busy! my phone wasn’t with me [ sms → ariadne]: is everything ok?