Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. (impermanence) wrote in wished,
Stephanie didn't allow certain thoughts to pass through her mind when they were like this. She just let go of everything else and focused on the very moment. It wasn't difficult seeing as she was such a present person in the first place. Friends, she knew, didn't often do this...not even the best of them, but she and Stephen had always had a unique relationship. They were connected, and she felt as though her energy was his...that they somehow completed one another.
As he rubbed circles on her back she thought about his hands...not like any others. They were large and somehow delicate while still being strong. Thin, artfully made fingers...wide palm...and somehow they fit perfectly with hers. And there he went with the hair again. She could almost swear she was falling asleep.
For a few moments, she didn't know whether time ended and stretched out infinitely, or if it was cut off at a moment. She was pulled back from some place between awake and dreaming when he started talking again, at once alert at the mention of him forgetting to mention something.
And...Morag Macdougal? Roommate?! From what Steph could recall, she was an incredibly pretty redhead in their house who was outgoing and friendly. But for some reason...at that moment Steph felt a very strong surge of hatred for the girl. Pure, loathing, want to tear her apart hatred. Despite his hold on her, Steph found herself attempting to get untangled from him all of the sudden, "A new female room mate?" she asked. Much to her displeasure, her voice sounded oddly distressed and even offended. She had no logical explanation for her reaction, "You forgot to tell me something like that? That's...a pretty important thing to just forget."
The calm was shattered. Her mind was wild, and it wasn't stopping...was there something else she didn't know? Anything else? And why...why did she feel hurt? Surely he'd meant to tell her...god...she couldn't breathe properly...