#ayla wellington / interactions

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“  we’re  gonna  have  to  stop  fighting  about  this  at  some  point  “

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"  was  any  of  it  true?  “ / @dogslosing

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“  you  haven’t  changed  a  bit  “  /  @cocained

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narrows  her  eyes  at  his  response,  not  knowing  how  to  continue  their  conversation  even  if  she  wasn’t  ready  to  see  him  walk  away  from  her  again.  “  thank  you  “  mutters  quickly,  tossing  the  box  into  her  basket  as  gaze  remains  glued  to  him,  even  when  cheeks  burn  into  a  shade  of  pink  from  the  small  touch.  “  i  know  that  “  shrugs  her  shoulder,  a  deep  sigh  exiting  parted  lips  before  she  shifts  in  her  feet.  “  you  had  to  leave,  i  guess.  “  if  there  was  one  thing  she  could  understand  was  a  complicated  family  and  the  need  to  escape,  had  thought  about  doing  it  herself  a  few  too  many  times.  “  that  doesn’t  mean  you  couldn’t  pick  up  the  damn  phone  “    reminds  him,  turning  on  her  wheels  as  she  escapes  to  a  different  shelf,  eyes  glued  to  the  products  as  she  pretends  her  attention  is  no  longer  on  the  male. 

milo’s gaze softens, though the hurt is still evident in the lines of his face. he takes in her sarcastic tone and her struggle to reach the tea on the high shelf, a small, bittersweet smile playing on his lips. “well, i guess iI should have expected that,” he murmured, knowing that his departure hadn't been easy on her, but then again, staying in this place hadn't been an option for him. long legs step closer, reaching for the box of tea with a practiced ease, his fingers brushing hers briefly as he hands it over. “ i didn't have a choice but to leave, ayla. " he reminded her, shaking his head. " i couldn't stay here, not after what happened, not after my dad did. "

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it's  her  time  to  roll  her  eyes  with  his  response  ,  arms  crossing  over  her  chest  tightly  as  she  leans  back  on  her  chest  ;  attempting  to  make  a  point  that  she  wouldn't  be  leaving  just  yet  .  "you're  always  saying  that  but  i'm  not  in  trouble  ,  i'm  just  enjoying  my  night  at  the  club"  one  she  was  basically  banned  from  by  him  ,  and  yet  .  "can't  you  just  leave  me  alone  ,  i'm  not  doing  anything"  just  watching  ,  at  least  for  tonight  . 

he rolls his eyes , snorting to himself . "i'd gain a good thousand dollars a day for every time you say that to me ," enough to open up multiple bank accounts . "you can say it until you're blue in the face , your actions speak for themselves ," aside from the fact that he knew her better than she remembered . "i do otherwise who else would bail you out every time you find yourself in trouble ?"

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"  that  doesn't  change  anything  ,  it's  just  lust  "  she'd  always  be  physically  attracted  to  him  ,  and  from  what  he  said  ,  maybe  that  would  always  be  the  case  for  him  as  well  .  at  least  that  was  what  she'd  take  his  words  for  ,  it  was  easier  that  way  .  "  you  still  got  a  girlfriend  "

“  i  know  we're  done  ,  i  know  we're  through  ,  but  god  ,  when  i  look  at  you  .  ”

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eyes  don't  meet  him  for  a  moment,  toying  with  a  strand  of  her  hair  as  she  ponders,  teeth  digging  on  the  inside  of  her  cheek.  "i  don't  think  this  is  the  place  for  that  conversation"  frowns,  gaze  running  around  the  room  to  fall  on  their  mutual  friend  who's  definitely  too  busy  taking  celebratory  shots  to  notice  their  encounter.  "it’s  a  party,  reece”

"where did we go wrong?" reece asked quietly, almost as if he was afraid to ask in the first place. he could barely even keep eye contact with the other, shaking his head in defeat. / @malboraslihan

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feels  slightly  stupid  once  his  answer  is  voiced  out  ,  all  that  overthinking  for  nothing  when  he's  accepted  so  easily  .  "  i  didn't  know  if  you'd  be  up  for  it  "  she  says  ,  picking  her  words  carefully  when  the  town  had  already  become  a  sore  subject  between  them  —  or  at  least  in  her  head  ,  it  was  .  "  it  wouldn't  be  more  than  a  couple  days  ,  unless  you  want  to  stay  more  .  i  just  need  to  grab  some  stuff  for  my  mom  and  pick  up  a  document  at  my  school  ,  but  that's  it  "  grimaces  at  her  own  rambling  ,  running  her  hands  over  face  .  "  and  i  thought  it  could  be  fun  ,  that's  all  " 

sits  in  his  own  anticipation  while  he  listens  to  her  ,  trying  to  piece  together  where  her  nerves  are  coming  from  with  every  tidbit  of  information  he  receives  .  her  request  ,  when  it  finally  comes  ,  almost  has  him  breathing  out  a  sigh  of  relief  .  "  that's  what  you  were  nervous  about  ?  "  —  "  yeah .. i'll  come  ,  wells  .  need  to  see  what  all  the  hype  is  about anyway  ,  right  ?  "  ignores  the  pang  in  his  chest  at  that  reminder  ,  that  there  was  only  one  place  that  she  truly  wanted  to  be  —  and  it  wasn't  here  .

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he  says  it  ,  so  naturally  ,  and  she’s  thrown  off  her  game  for  a  moment  .  blinking  rapidly  before  she’s  forced  to  look  away  ,  mouth  dropping  into  a  line  as  she  takes  a  deep  breath  .  “i’m  not  snooping  through  your  things  ,  i’m  watching  him”  from  afar  ,  even  .  so  what  if  she  tried  to  walk  into  a  room  or  two  that  she  wasn’t  supposed  to  ?  she  hadn’t  actually  managed  to  do  it  .  “i’ll  go  back  to  my  date  and  behave”  hands  rise  in  defeat  ,  finally  finding  his  gaze  again  .  “as  soon  as  my  dad’s  out  the  door”  continues  under  he  breath  ,  a  hint  of  an  apologetic  smile  rising  corners  . 

he shakes his head , "you are my business ." always had been , always will be . regardless of what she thought . would always hold her to a high regard , make sure she was okay despite their obvious ups and downs . "yeah , i know you are ," saw them walk in from his office , cameras immediately honing in on her and homme , telling his men to keep an eye on both . "i'm not doing anything , ayla . no one's stopping you , either , except for trying to snoop through my things ."

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"technically  ,  you're  the  one  sticking  your  nose  where  it  doesn't  belong"  right  into  her  family  drama  ,  no  less  .  the  drama  she  was  caving  for  herself  ?  yes  ,  but  still  something  that  he  shouldn't  know  about  and  she'd  curse  her  own  babbling  mouth  forever  for  spilling  part  of  it  to  him  .  "and  ,  just  so  you  know  ,  i'm  actually  here  with  someone"  allegedly  ,  anyway  .  "so  ,  "  nose  scrunches  ,  eyes  roaming  behind  him  for  her  date  ,  if  he  was  still  around  after  her  forty  minutes  bathroom  run  .  "i'm  here  to  have  fun  and  you're  ruining  it" 

“until you stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong and let me handle things , i don’t see how we can .” not that he wanted to argue with her . fucking hated it , but jesus -- why'd she have to make everything complicated ?

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regrets  her  inquiry  as  soon  as  she  manages  to  register  his  reaction  ,  a  deep  breath  exiting  parted  lips  as  gaze  hides  away  from  his  own  .  "you  don't  have  to  do  anything  for  my  sake"  mutters  ,  voice  barely  above  a  whisper  as  she  shifts  on  her  feet  ,  regretting  having  denied  the  seat  he  had  offered  .  "i  don't  want  your  guys  to  watch  me  anymore"

"i don't know if i should be offended ," that she would even ask him that . had always been honest -- prided himself in it , actually . to him , there was no reason to beat around the bush . he didn't like his time wasted and that applied to everyone else in his life , "do you want me to say it wasn't ?" would that make this easier ?

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feels  a  little  stupid  ,  far  too  nervous  to  ask  something  that  feels  so  simple  .  "  it's  nothing  ,  i  promise  "  assures  again  ,  before  ripping  the  band  aid  for  once  .  "  i  need  to  go  back  to  san  francisco  for  a  few  days  ,  just  to  get  some  of  my  mom's  stuff  that  she  asked  "  a  pause  ,  before  she  realises  she  hasn't  actually  said  what  she  wants  .  "  i  was  wondering  if  you  wanted  to  come  ?  "  —  "  maybe  ?  "

her  reaction  just  sounds  more  alarm  bells  in  his  head  ,  focus  razor-sharp  and  undeterred  from  her  as  he  waits  for  her  verbal  response  .  keeps  his  expression  neutral  as  she  speaks  ,  not  allowing  for  the  simmering  worry  to  leak  through  onto  his  face  as  he  stares  back  at  her  .  given  the  events  of  the  past  few  weeks  ,  knows  it  could  be  absolutely  anything  —  and  that  concerns  him  .  "  what  is  it  ?  "

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fights  with  herself  not  to  roll  her  eyes  away  from  him,  eating  down  the  words  that  immediately  come  to  her  mind.  “i’m  in  ecstasy,  can’t  you  tell?”  familiar  sarcasm  drips  off  of  her  words,  head  tilted  to  the  side  before  she  sighs,  shifting  on  her  feet  to  fetch  something  else  from  the  market’s  wall,  frowning  to  herself  when  her  tiptoes  aren’t  enough  to  reach.  “welcome  back,  milo.  is  that  what  you  wanted  from  me?”  doesn’t  feel  half  as  angry  as  tone  shows,  the  hole  in  her  heart  that  had  remained  opened  from  the  day  he  walked  out  of  town  finally  seeing  some  light.  “you  don’t  look  as  fancy  as  i  thought  you  would”  jabs  at  him,  head  motioning  to  the  box  of  tea  she  had  just  attempted  to  capture,  asking  for  his  help  even  as  she  attempted  to  insult  his  clothes.

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"i thought you'd be happier to see me," steely blue hues locked onto her familiar features, a face he had once known as well as his own, now framed by the years that had sculpted and changed them both. it had been ten years since the day he left this small town, a day when promises to return soon felt as distant as the horizon. yet here he was, standing in the very place where their childhood memories still lingered like the mist over the old town square.

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'  i  can  take  care  of  myself  well  enough  '  she  scoffs  ,  refusing  to  give  him  the  satisfaction  of  admitting  she  was  wrong  ,  stepping  on  waters  that  were  far  too  dangerous  for  her  to  pass  through  .  '  you  don't  have  to  watch  my  every  move  '

"i wish you'd take better care of yourself ."

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she  practically  frowns  at  how  quickly  he's  managed  to  pick  up  on  her  anxiety  ,  shaking  her  head  with  a  slight  frustration  —  hiding  things  from  him  should  be  a  little  easier  ,  giving  their  relationship  dynamic  .  "  there  was  something  i  wanted  to  ask  you  "  want  ,  she  corrects  to  herself  ,  lesser  prompted  out  .  "  it's  not  a  big  deal  "

"  why  do  you  look  so  nervous  ? what's wrong ?  "    /    @meltemakcol