#yyfog2

[suzydoozy]

His words sting. She lets him continue though. She deserved it. All of it. And then some. She lets him go, and watches as his string ripples a little. Hers, however, stays dormant, stays still. She purses her lips, trying her best not to let her emotions take hold of her. Her heart wringing out, sensitive, tender. Her eyes stinging, but she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't turn this into some sniveling scene. The last thing she would want is to look even more pathetic than she had all the time building up to now, and since after that night. Their night. She thought nothing could be more pathetic than when the fire alarm was pulled, but... fate tempted to try to one up it. She wouldn't let it though. Plus she didn't want him to think it was a charade, that would kill her. That her tears were rehearsed. That her feelings were scripted. That she was manipulating him. He already thought that. But... if it happened now. In this beautiful twilight phase. In the rosey-tint of thread hues. If he thought that to her face AS it was happening - she wouldn't recover. "I don't like seeing you grovel." she croaks out, to start. "I don't like seeing you hurt." she adds. "I don't like seeing you hate me." she closes her eyes and her brows scrunch together. "It was never to... to hurt you. I'm cruel Arin, but I'm not that evil." she manages to mutter out.

All Along There Was This Invisible String // PsychicEgo Fog

It had been a long month, the fog overstaying its welcome, especially for Arin. Stuck in a body of a different name, of her name. He missed his friends who he hadn't been around or couldn't speak openly to as himself. He couldn't not think about her, he couldn't get away from her. In a weird way more than ever, he couldn't get away from himself, even if he'd only seen his own body maybe twice all month. He lays down in her bed again another night and at least relishes in the warmth of a big bed that smells like her.

As the midnight hour approaches the fog begins to roll out inch by inch over campus and back up into the mountains until its next encore. He finds himself waking up in a dream once again. The world almost all black, blue glows halo the edges and corners in light blue like he was walking through a neon sign while he follows the thread this last time. This time when he steps into the quad and sees another glowing soul joining him its much more clear. She was lined in the same ghostly blue, but it was clearly Suzy's hand that held his final bow to untie, the last path of red string stretched between them. He could see her now. "Hey, Arin." he says playfully to her across the grass that glowed under their feet where they stepped. @suzydoozy