❝ I drowned in every aspect of you ❞
Ivy sees the world through coloured panes of glass, the carvings and grace of the thing we call life.
Reece sees the world through a small frame, a daily cycle with no eye for charm.
When summer camp goes wrong...
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tacenda; noun; things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.
Ivys pov: -
"Care to talk about it?"
No.
I didn't answer, I couldn't answer. The words had been forcefully taken from my throat. There were words there before, so many. Some were loud and piercing, others came with a drowning sob. But now as I sat here with him, there were no words and there were no screams. There was my heartbeat and my headache and my terror and his smile.
An interesting combination.
We now stood in the dining hall, a common meeting place for insomniacs like us. The railing we leaned onto overlooked the dark and mysterious forest as well as the cliffs past the shore.
I clutched a steaming hot white mug, small pink flowers danced around the handle. It smelled of warm ocean side cottages and wood burning fires.
He got me Tea, Chai apparently, I wasn't big on tea before but whatever he got me was delicious.
Sure it wasn't what I deemed the greatest of all teas, but it's something for camp.
I sipped it slowly, making sure I didn't like it too much, after all, I couldn't give him that satisfaction.
Even though I was frustrated that I was here and so was he, I was happier than ever that it was just him.
Just him and me, no one else.
"I don't do this often" He said after i didn't answer.
"Dont do what? Drag girls from their cabins after having nightmares?" I shot back quickly, a soft laugh filtering through my words. I guess being defensive right away is ingrained inside me.
"I was going to say console people, but your explanation works fine" He said, looking at me with a soft and warm smile.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.
"Hmm, i'm not sure either, normally I go for decaf but i'm really digging the caffeinated tea right now" He said jokingly, staring down into his mug.
I ignored him this time, focusing on my erratic breath instead.
He wasn't freaking out, he wasn't asking me about it, he wasn't concerned. Why was he not freaking out?
Please don't freak out.
My breaths were shallow, I attempted to keep my composure as I spoke.
"I like vanilla more than chocolate, usually people get frustrated when i tell them that but i think you should know. I have a cat, his name is gizmo, although i didn't name him since he was a stray tgat we found when i was 8, I'm scared of the day he dies . I'm afraid of mirrors at night, the way they look back at you and mock you, i hate them. I hate reading, although more times than not i force myself to read something stupid like fantasy worlds, but i appreciate the love stories." I talked on and on and on.
