xxviii. sickness/anxiety

"I'll be right there!"

When Raeger exited the kitchen, he did not expect to find someone startlingly familiar standing in the threshold. Rather, he held no expectations for any of his customers, save for his regulars: Klaus, Giorgio, Elise...

"Raeger? Is that you?"

She looked well, albeit different in traditional clothing; her hair was longer and her face fuller. Happy.

Raeger's stomach churned as he searched for the right words to say. Words, he learned, came easier when he didn't know the girl as well. Or hadn't slept with her yet.

Did I mature enough?

"Corona. It's...good to see you."


i feel like i take these themes very abstractly lmao oops perhaps i should've written a full-length fic after all.

to be honest i've considered it. a fic where i'd take what i'd written here and expanded on it, more details, traceable timeline. the whole multi-chapter thing, but i've never been good with commitment.