Lulu (lixue) wrote in immunebackstory, @ 2012-06-16 18:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | jon, lulu |
WHO: Lulu & Jon
WHEN: TBD
WHERE: New York.
WHAT: Breaking up. :c
RATING: Medium/high.
I hate Italian food today, thought Lulu, gazing at Jon over a plate of ridiculous gnocchi. Too much cheese. Too much sauce. Too much gnocchi. Why were they here, again? Because. Maybe it was her fault, for taking suggestions from a coworker she didn't particularly like. Maybe it was something that shouldn't have surprised her, this feeling of burrowing unease at the pit of her belly. She'd had an unusually long time settling on a pair of shoes this morning, as if her feet were wary of moving forward, leaving the apartment. My beautiful apartment. It was a pit of silks and prints and loveliness, and it smelled of oranges. Patchouli.
Now Lulu chewed steadily, deliberately, to keep from having to open her mouth again. Lately it seemed that everything coming out of it was stupid, lacking -- half-thought, even if so many thoughts and phrases were things she'd said a thousand times already. Jon had heard most of it countless times by now, anyway. Please move into the city. Please come stay with me. Why've you got to be so silly? I can't curate at the MOMA in the middle of nowhere, New York.
That couldn't be so difficult to understand.
Thinking of this would inevitably ruin their evening, though, wouldn't it? She'd get sadder and sadder and the gnocchi would be even worse. Whenever she considered the state of things her thoughts seemed to fall apart into subtle hysterics, and those wouldn't do. Instead Lulu took a sip of water to clear her mind, swallowing all the words; dark eyes met Jon's over the rim of the glass, which felt happy and strange, and her hand shook a little.
As silence fell between them again, she offered him the slightest of grins, one he'd know from their wordless conversations in class: Sorry, it said, and Smile back?
Then another sip of water.