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[confliction]

{ short post, sorry about that. }

ＡＮＤＹ . ＢＩＥＲＳＡＣＫ . 22

Andy frowned as she questioned his apology. "I left you when you most needed me. I know it was a while after everything had happened, and you had stopped cutting, but then your dad picked up the drinking and I just left you alone." He sighed, brushed a hand through his hair. "I feel guilty," he said softly, bringing the warmth of his coffee mug closer to his lips. Andy frowned as he watched the thin wisps of tiny clouds floating from the ceramic cup, brow furrowed in distracted concentration. He was trying to block out the memories again, and try to make them not affect his first day back with Zarah. But all these memories had biased his opinions on her current well fare. He felt as if she were still cutting, still sobbing herself to sleep, still all alone. And the guilt kept coming.

[mydadleftme]

{{It's fine c:}}

>>Z.A.R.A.H<<
She looked away from him, clearing her throat before taking a small drink from her coffee. Setting the mug down beside her, she took a deep breath and exhaled it as a small sigh, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Andy, don't beat yourself up over this. You had to leave. You had a dream, and it was only right that you chase it. If you had stayed, I would have felt guilty over it. I would have felt like you were being held back because of me or something. So I'm glad you got to go out there and make your dreams come true," she replied, her words slow and careful, thought out and gentle. Looking over at him, she even managed a small, reassuring smile. Honestly, she had missed having him around. Andy had been the only person she had been able to really turn to, and then he was gone. But, her words were true. She was glad he had gone out there and made something of himself, and she was even happier to know he had been successful in making his dream a reality. And yes, she would have felt like it was her fault had he not gone. So, though she had missed him terribly, she was still happy for him.

[confliction]

ＡＮＤＹ . ＢＩＥＲＳＡＣＫ . 22

Andy pressed his lips together, trying to attempt a weak smile. He knew she was right. The band was his dream, and if he had stayed he would've felt left out. He looked down at his coffee mug, then up to her. "As cheesy at it sounds, If I wasn't holding this, I would probably hug you right now." he said, weak smile transitioning to a slightly stronger grin. He was glad to get past the awkwardness of apologizing for being absent for so many years of her life. They weren't teenagers anymore. They were adults, they could drink, they could smoke. And Andy, he drank, he smoked, he had his own band. He had a great life. And he had Zarah, who didn't have such a great life. He could help her, maybe. He wasn't sure how long the band was going to be staying home, but he wanted to make her happier, see that unguarded smile a few more times.

So Andy blew on his coffee, tipped it upside down, and drunk the rest of it. After he set it down, he pried Zarah's fingers off her mug, and set it down on the grass beside his empty one. Andy pulled her to her feet and just hugged her, ignoring the sudden high level of awkwardness that completely enveloped them. They had hugged so many times in their life. What made this one so different? "I'm glad you're okay." he said, her hair tickling his nose.

[mydadleftme]

>>Z.A.R.A.H<<
She returned Andy's faint smile, shrugging once more. It was a relief for her as well to get past that awkward moment. Taking another sip from her coffee, she looked around the yard a bit. There was a faint breeze by now, blowing gently through and rustling the leaves of the trees, creating a bit more of a peaceful scene that helped her relax a little bit, feel a little less tense than before. Not that being around Andy made her tense, she was just normally that way.

The feel of Andy gently prying her fingers from around the cup and then setting it down, once more caused her to look over at him, that questioning gleam filling in her blue eyes. The next thing she knew she was being pulled to her feet and then had Andy's arms wrapped around her in a hug. Blinking in surprise, she just stood there for a moment, unresponsive. The feel of the hug was familiar, something she had felt a million times before, but this time...this time there was something different about this hug, but she wasn't sure what. Maybe it was because he had been away for so long? Either way, after a short moment, Zarah slowly wrapped her arms back around him, returning his hug. She felt herself start to smile a little more again at his words, though it was still an unsure smile, as if she were uncertain of her own smile. She didn't say anything, but remained silent. Was she okay? It was something she said alot, that she was fine, that she was okay. But it had never been the truth. But now, here with Andy, it felt like maybe her life was just starting to get back together again, like the pieces were just starting to reconnect. And all she could ask herself was, how long would this feeling last?"Yeah...me too, I guess..." She replied, pulling back enough to smile faintly up at him.

[Jaybat]

Roxanne

For a few seconds, she didn't say anything. Roxanne's mind was almost completely in overdrive, jumping around to practically every emotion possible. It was annoying because she couldn't keep track of everything to figure out how she would respond. Eventually, she just decided to ignore everything going on in her head. "I figured you'd say that," she said quietly, surprised that she hadn't ended up screaming in his face. She wouldn't be too surprised if she did end up doing that, but at least she could try not to. She let out a breath, forcing herself to calm down, and, oddly, anger seemed to come up with the calmness. "And yet you haven't spoken to me in almost a year," she said. She wondered if he could hear the anger in her voice, and for a second or two, she hoped he did. The more rational side of her regretted saying it, and she looked down and shook her head a little bit. That was stupid, Roxanne told herself, but she had no idea what else to say. Of course her feelings hadn't changed, except for the whole anger thing, but she couldn't help that.

[credence]

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Ophelia had decided she needed to go home, watch some soap operas, maybe start the draft of her World History essay. It seemed to her, as she walked down the sidewalk on her way home, that the temperature was dropping. Maybe it was all in her head. But regardless of the outdoors temperature, in her dazed and worn out state her eyes caught sight of something familiar, and her heart froze. She stopped walking. She turned, slightly dazed. He had already walked past her, but she knew for sure it was him. She didn't want to say anything. She wanted to let the moment pass but burn itself into her memory, into her heart. She could feel her hands were shaking in her pockets. Her mouth had gone dry. Her mind was blank.

After all these years, she had finally seen him. Somehow, it was a relief to her. But the look on his face, it was one too familiar to her. It had been more or less permanently imprinted on his features when he was helping her through withdraw for the first time. He was miserable right then, and a strong part of her wanted to know why. But she couldn't. Her thoughts bounced around so quickly in her mind, they could have beaten any electron in a race. She couldn't allow herself to get tangled up with him again. She would lose everything she had worked for. Wouldn't she? Wasn't he the reason she fell so hard back into her old ways after he left? Or was it her? No, no, it was him. It was all his fault...right? The word escaped her mouth before she knew they were coming.

"Hey," she said. "Long time, no see."

[Jaybat]

CC

Why the heck was the ground so interesting? No, maybe not interesting. Just... different. Not judgmental. Inanimate objects never judged people. They had no view of anyone, no concept of right and wrong, no emotions. Nothing. They were usually very useful, and you couldn't hurt them because they never felt pain. The only way they could cause you pain was if you did something stupid with one of them. Maybe surrounding himself with things that weren't alive was a good thing... No, that wouldn't help. That was beyond stupid. He shook his head at himself, trying to get himself to focus. Then he saw someone that definitely made him focus, but not in a particularly good way. She looked really different, but that didn't stop him from recognizing her.

And he had no idea what to say after she spoke, so for a few seconds, he was completely silent. There weren't really that many people who could do that to him. Eventually, CC made himself concentrate long enough to say something. "Hey," he said quietly, cursing himself that he couldn't think of anything better to say after that. There wasn't anything that could even remotely explain what he felt. No words. Nothing.

[mydadleftme]

{{sorry I've been a bit slow with responses here lately. I've been going through some stuff and haven't had time to think of a good reply. But things seem to have cooled down a bit, so I will have my post up here soon C:}}

[Jaybat]

Roxanne

Roxanne looked down and stared at Trixy. Oddly enough, that seemed to help her calm down and gather her thoughts. She attacked the inside of her cheek with her teeth as she stared at Trixy. She let out a breath, and that also seemed to help her calm down. But, still, she knew that nothing would make her anger go away completely. "You know, you can at least try to explain it," she said after another moment or two. She could make herself not hit him... hopefully. Those urges didn't really seem that difficult to control. Just as long as she got enough time to concentrate on not slapping him. Actually, what he said about her not understanding made her kind of mad, but she wasn't going to say that it did. She knew she probably wouldn't anyways, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. And he really had no idea what she'd been through, and part of her wished that she could just tell him, even though she couldn't. Actually saying things like that out loud wasn't really her strong point. Confronting feelings was... difficult.

[confliction]

ＡＮＤＹ . ＢＩＥＲＳＡＣＫ . 22

Andy pulled out of the hug the moment she began to pull back. He didn't want it to get awkward, and was glad to see her smiling up at him. So he smiled back, lips twitching upwards until he ducked his face closer to hers and sighed. Their loose black strands of hair met, two pairs of blue eyes just inches away from each other. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then shut it. Out of all the band members, Andy was known for his great fantastic interview speeches and sometimes randomness. He represented the band with his words and looks. Fans just got caught up replaying interview after interview, watching his mouth move. And he knew that, so he'd talk and talk. But now, here with Zarah, he didn't have anything to say. They'd known each other their whole lives, and she was possibly the only person who knew every single thing about him. His preferences, his pet peeves, and when something was wrong she'd know exactly what to do to make him feel better. He just hoped she could say the same for him.

He pulled completely apart now, his arms retracting from hers, face pulled away from her face. He bent down to pick up the mugs, handing the one with coffee to her, and holding onto the empty one. "So. I'd take you out to lunch if I could, but I don't want you to get mobbed by fans." They would probably start rumors about the two of them being together, and then who knows how Zarah would react? In fact, girls were probably hunting the town right now, trying to find his exact location and everything. He bit his lip, and eyes Zarah's cup of now lukewarm coffee. "Let's go back inside. I feel like there's eyes peeking through the fences." he said with a little grin, reaching up to fidget with his lip ring.