alice/q
Yeah. I'm sorry. At least we're talking now. Right?
It would definitely be like that and it would be really messy and weird. [...] I'm afraid to make more of a mess. And there's no saying I didn't fuck myself over more than Eliot ever could. I just [...] miss my friends. Maybe. I don't know. Maybe the universe remembered that having friends wasn't something I was allowed to do again. Or maybe it put up an ultimatum I didn't know about. I don't know. I wish things were easier, but I know they aren't. I'm just afraid.
I think he figured it out by the fact that I haven't talked to him since then.