A SERIAL WALLFLOWERAt a table in a distant corner, Wolf and Rook sat together, eating quietly.
Wolf had slept, for most of the past three days, and eaten, and that had done wonders for his overall outlook- and after no small amount of encouragement, he had, in fact, elected to make an appearance.
Sushi had been acquired, along with a few other choice selections. And he could just about manage to tune out the crowd, and pretend everything was fine.
It wasn't, of course. His phoneDigivice lay on the table, face-down, and try as he might- his gaze kept drifting back to it. To the emblem burned in red into the back of it.
It would've been so convenient to be able to pretend that none of it had ever happened, but that little emblem, so innocent- a little stylized heart, outlined in red- was proof. A constant reminder of what had happened. What had been said, and done- and learned.
You couldn't hide from it, because It, it turned out, had been You all along. Forgotten, abused, left in a hole to wither and die- but still, at the end of it all, You- and It, rather than a rose that would wither and die in the absence of exactly the right conditions, was more like a dandelion, and would find purchase to grow in asphalt if you so much as spat on it and left it in the sun.
His gaze returned to his plate, and he took a bite of nigiri.
For one night, at least, he wasn't going to think about it.
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At a table in a distant corner, Wolf and Rook sat together, eating quietly.
Wolf had slept, for most of the past three days, and eaten, and that had done wonders for his overall outlook- and after no small amount of encouragement, he had, in fact, elected to make an appearance.
Sushi had been acquired, along with a few other choice selections. And he could just about manage to tune out the crowd, and pretend everything was fine.
It wasn't, of course. His
phoneDigivice lay on the table, face-down, and try as he might- his gaze kept drifting back to it. To the emblem burned in red into the back of it.It would've been so convenient to be able to pretend that none of it had ever happened, but that little emblem, so innocent- a little stylized heart, outlined in red- was proof. A constant reminder of what had happened. What had been said, and done- and learned.
You couldn't hide from it, because It, it turned out, had been You all along. Forgotten, abused, left in a hole to wither and die- but still, at the end of it all, You- and It, rather than a rose that would wither and die in the absence of exactly the right conditions, was more like a dandelion, and would find purchase to grow in asphalt if you so much as spat on it and left it in the sun.
His gaze returned to his plate, and he took a bite of nigiri.
For one night, at least, he wasn't going to think about it.