personal blog: simon
“may I interrupt?” a voice comes from behind us. a familiar voice. soft and gentle. not in a slight intrusive.
Jacob swings first to face the voice.
“hey.” Jacob reaches to grab the man’s hand. “you remember Bryan?” he turns to me to inquire.
my blood leaves my body. if I am falling into old patterns with Jacob, then I am doomed around Bryan. it’s not like I would have not expected his attendance. where there was Jacob, there was Bryan. it was inevitable. the only thing. I completely forgot that.
I stand in silence.
“Simon,” Jacob utters my name with enthusiasm and like I need introduction.
“yeah. I remember.” Bryan says without being asked. a faint grin, raised brow, and an immediate dismissal of my existence entirely.
“Alice’s wondering if you’re okay.” Bryan states the purpose of his appearance and interrupts my inner freak-out.
“yeah… we’ll be right in.” Jacob reassures.
a smile. that fucking smile. and with that Bryan disappears.
“he hates me.” how my mind jumps to the negative.
“I doubt it.” Jacob returns a smile.
“then that was a very subtle welcome.” my morose observation.
“he’s just a little fragile right now.” as if that would have any meaning and my mind goes to overdrive, screaming. ‘why?’ ‘because of me?’…
“okay.” I simply mutter.
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