𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐥í𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐋𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. tumblr.com/aetheraletalis…

If obsession is the only thing you’ll ever have of me, then let it be enough.

@Asceticium Yes…and I owe you a fully day of shopping on me.

@AetheraLetalis All is forgiven. Maybe follow me back, yeah?

I’ve returned and you haven’t even called me, @AetheraLetalis. This is my last attempt to reach out since you haven’t returned my calls or text.

@HISDAMNATI0N 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪. I stared at the message for a second before sending.

@HISDAMNATI0N from the memory. A text. I glanced down at the screen and couldn’t help but scoff. Of course. Even after all these years, Nicolás still managed to sound impossibly arrogant. My fingers hovered over the keyboard for only a moment before I answered. 𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧—

⠀ ❨ The city had changed. Streetlights still painted the pavement in amber, storefronts still buzzed long after sunset, and familiar faces still wandered sidewalks without ever looking over their shoulders. It was almost comforting, how oblivious people could remain ⠀⠀⠀⤸

@HISDAMNATI0N It was good for six years.

@AetheraLetalis Do you think you can hide from me?

@AetheraLetalis , wouldn't you agree?

@HISDAMNATI0N to type. 𝗚𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳… 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. I pushed send on the message and waited.

@HISDAMNATI0N silence settle around me. Then I reached for my phone. His number was still there. I should have deleted it years ago. Instead I opened our conversation, my thumb hovering over the screen only for a moment before I began—