Fall vibes. All the way. 7:00 at night, huge parking lot, clear sky, not a care in the world. Oh yeah, this fits the bill. And, better yet, you get to spend it with your ex-but-still-kind-of-crush. The best thing about a vibe is that it's atmosphere is extended to everyone around you, so whatever awesome chill feelings you're getting from the setting you're in is shared. Maybe that's why relationships are formed 15% more in autumn than in winter, and 31% more than in summer.

You noticed Jaiden walking in front of me. God, everything is so hazy. You felt a chill sweep up your spine. You think she noticed, because she appeared to be saying something. You couldn't make out her words, though.

Is this a dream? How can you feel so cold and so warm at the same time? Am I high? Is there like a clinical term for a temporary high that you only feel when you love someone this much? I felt like I could just break down and sob into her shoulder right now, but like, the kind of sobbing where you don't know why you're doing it.

You took a deep breath through your mouth, worsening your inevitably chapped lips, and felt a huge compression built up your head suddenly release all at once. You stopped in your tracks, feeling winded almost out of nowhere.

"Did you forget to breathe or something?" Jaiden spoke in her all too familiar joking-but-still concerned-about-you voice.

This is real. I am in a real parking lot with a real human being that I love very much. Did I just come into my own dream? No, I remember driving here. You look up from the asphalt to notice Jaiden eyeing you amusedly. She seemed to recognize your borderline mental aneurysms (no, this wasn't the first time) as something to laugh with you about. You didn't think much of this; you were really just glad it meant you got to laugh with your favorite person on planet Earth. In fact, these sort of mental breaks you had from time to time became a sort of trademark of yours, or at least that's how Jaiden saw it. You figured, right then and there, that maybe you only love her because she's one of the only people that appreciate you.

It was around that point in your thought process where you realized you should shut your mental pie hole because you're wasting time that could be spent talking to Jaiden.

You fixed your hair to sort of subconsciously show Jaiden that you've recomposed yourself. She picks up on it, and seems to have considered her question answered.

She giggled at all of this, causing you to do the same. You never really felt okay with your mental issues until Jaiden came into your life. Most people would look at you having these issues in public and just sort of stare at you, which you found incredibly unnerving. In fact, you can even remember a few times in high school when- OH MY GOD [Y/N] SHUT UP AND JUST FIND THE DAMN CAR.

You sighed, frustrated with yourself. You noticed Jaiden bit her lip at this. That chain of events alone was almost crushing. You love spending time with Jaiden and laughing with her, but you absolutely hated the idea of Jaiden getting caught up in this Bradycardia business. You decide that your night's been going too well to let this ruin it, so you try to shake it off.

As you finish up that thought process, the two of you close in on Jaiden's car.

(smol timeskip)

While driving home with Jaiden, you decide that you probably made a mess of yourself in the parking lot, and consider the possibility that you may have been making a mess of yourself all night long. Ouch.

"I'm sorry," you murmured from the comfort of Jaiden's passanger seat.

"...[Y/N]..."

"No, Jaiden, I'm serious. I shouldn't have dragged you into my mess of a life."

"Dragged me in? Did I invite you to my house because you dragged me in, [Y/N]? She raised her voice when she said, this. You were kind of taken aback. She never does that. You were also pretty frustrated. You hated her interrogative way of arguing. You wanted to stop arguing so badly (and probably should've in retrospect), but you just couldn't. You loved her too much.

"Aren't you embarrassed? Does it just not occur to you when we're in public that this isn't what you want?"

"How do you know what I want?!"

Crushed. Absolutely, crushed. That's what you were. Mainly because she's right, and some part of you knew that. The more she raised her voice, the more concerned she seemed, and the more concerned she seemed, the more you feel bad for her. You started to shake. How could you ruin such a perfect night just like that?

Silence.

"...I'm sorry," she said, after what felt like an eternity.

"No, I'm sorry."