( she's opened a can of worms -- or, in will's case, a heaping can of fuck it. )
Can't what? ( he dares question, trying to keep his voice as even-keeled as he possibly can. getting mad, upset, even showing a hint of emotion in his voice, won't do anything except push her further away. it isn't difficult to hear how quiet she's gotten, almost deafening through the tiny speaker of his phone. shit -- he doesn't want to make her upset, but -- fuck it, maybe he's upset, too. )
I can't just go from something to fucking nothing, Heather.
( it's been months -- months -- since she left. he's lost track of how long she's been dating this other guy, let alone living with him. meanwhile, he can hardly even bring himself to talk to another girl (or ... much of anyone, really) without thinking about heather and how fucking hollow he feels without her at his side. how can she be so -- okay without him, after everything they had together?
it doesn't seem plausible. and yeah, he's met her gaze a few times, felt compelled by the same forces of nature that brought them together so fervently in the first place to abandon his conscience and kiss her hard against the doorframe, and felt like she just might let him. but her walls immediately come back up and will immediately backs off. will hates it, almost to the point where he wishes that she'd cut ties completely, leave him to mourn over her empty spot on the couch. but that... well, he thinks he'd be physically incapable of handling it.
so he'll revel in those moments, where she lets her guard down and lets herself just look at him for a few fleeting seconds. they're the only little grains of hope he has left, and he's planning on holding onto them for absolute dear life, keeping him afloat and ready to fight for her. ) You can't just call me in the middle of the night and act like things are normal and expect me to not --
( but the sentence dies in his throat, brow furrowed as he fights back the rest. she can't expect him to not what? care? this shit isn't an on and off switch. if it were, well. things would be a lot simpler between them. )
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Date: 2015-02-26 06:26 am (UTC)Can't what? ( he dares question, trying to keep his voice as even-keeled as he possibly can. getting mad, upset, even showing a hint of emotion in his voice, won't do anything except push her further away. it isn't difficult to hear how quiet she's gotten, almost deafening through the tiny speaker of his phone. shit -- he doesn't want to make her upset, but -- fuck it, maybe he's upset, too. )
I can't just go from something to fucking nothing, Heather.
( it's been months -- months -- since she left. he's lost track of how long she's been dating this other guy, let alone living with him. meanwhile, he can hardly even bring himself to talk to another girl (or ... much of anyone, really) without thinking about heather and how fucking hollow he feels without her at his side. how can she be so -- okay without him, after everything they had together?
it doesn't seem plausible. and yeah, he's met her gaze a few times, felt compelled by the same forces of nature that brought them together so fervently in the first place to abandon his conscience and kiss her hard against the doorframe, and felt like she just might let him. but her walls immediately come back up and will immediately backs off. will hates it, almost to the point where he wishes that she'd cut ties completely, leave him to mourn over her empty spot on the couch. but that... well, he thinks he'd be physically incapable of handling it.
so he'll revel in those moments, where she lets her guard down and lets herself just look at him for a few fleeting seconds. they're the only little grains of hope he has left, and he's planning on holding onto them for absolute dear life, keeping him afloat and ready to fight for her. ) You can't just call me in the middle of the night and act like things are normal and expect me to not --
( but the sentence dies in his throat, brow furrowed as he fights back the rest. she can't expect him to not what? care? this shit isn't an on and off switch. if it were, well. things would be a lot simpler between them. )