flawed souls

eight

her

i put a small amount of cream on my hands
and cover myself with the soft layer of warmness
the memory of today is vivid in my head,
as i find it impossible to actually go to bed

west laughed at me, i hated him for that
i thought we were friends.
i guess i was stupid to even consider
the idea of him and i as...

friends.

him

one, two, three!
i throw a small rock at lotus' window
hoping she'll answer

god, this is so fucking stupid

i consider shutting my window and going back to sleep
but my hand throws another one
she opens the curtains and stares at me with wide eyes

"i want to talk to you,"i say
and for a moment i think she doesn't hear me
but she opens her window and sits down beside it
"talk."

her hands are shaking because it's midnight,
but i know this is the only chance i'll get
i don't know why this feels so essential,
"i'm...sorry."
"for what?"she flinches.
"for being an ass to you. i shouldn't have laughed.
thing is, lotus, i think you miss me too much."

she snorts in an unladylike manner
"oh, really?"
"really."
she bites her lip and smiles
"you suck."
"you swallow."

she offers her hand to shake and i oblige
her hand is smooth to touch
i let go like i touched fire.
"nightynight, south." she starts to close her window.

"it's west," i correct, but i know she's joking.
"i know," she giggles and closes the curtains.
her giggle is high and melodic.

i wonder if i like it or not