A deal is a deal and well, a deal needs to be kept, even if you were threatened into it.
Thus, I found myself heading downtown, utterly clueless on what the redhead beside me was up to. It didn't help that he was being uncharacteristically quiet either; I should be praising the heavens for this instance of extreme rareness but instead, the prevailing silence horrified me. To be surrounded by words every single day, to be called names, to be acknowledged, I took all these for granted and it didn't hit me how connected I was to Lavi's chatterbox-ness till right now.
It's mystifying how yet another one of his traits made itself a part of my life.
' So…what we're doing today? '
' Something. '
' What something? '
' … '
' Lavi? '
' I said, what something? '
' Oh. '
And once again I waited for a reply, but my patience was only met with no response. I'm tempted to bash my head on the lamp pole that we've just passed.
' …Lavi? '
' Hmm? '
' ….Fuck it. '
He didn't glance over, not even at my mention of the expletive. I ran a hand through my hair. Frustrated.
Speak something, anything.
Please dammit.
(Author's note: THIS FIC IS NOT DEAD! I know I'm an ass for serving u guys with such a short chapter although I haven't updated in like 2 months. My deepest apologies, life has been throwing too many lemons at me and I've been busy selling lemonade if u get what I mean so wait up for a bit and you'll soon see the next chappie up, till then skedaddles! )
