10-28-2025, 05:11 PM
Liv lay there for a moment. She wanted to type as quickly as her fingers would allow. But she didn't. 'Sure!'. 'Ok.' 'Can't wait.' 'I missed you.' 'Where did you go?' 'I am scared that hearing from you made my entire day.'
'I don't want to be hurt.'
Clingy. Weak. Needy. Thirsty. Laila's voice had returned in full force, to make her doubt herself.
She didn't respond. And didn't respond. And closed her eyes and prayed. She wasn't even sure what she prayed for. She just opened up to the Angel, hoping for....something. A brush of her wings. The whisper of her breath on her cheek. The hint of music.
Waited, as the minutes ticket by. She imagined Nika at her wallet, waiting. She wanted to believe that she was anxiously waiting Liv's response. She wanted to believe that. Needed to believe it.
You're overthinking this, Liv. It wasn't Laila's voice. It was her own. Irritation at her own timidity grew.
Fuck it! She responded. "Cool. I'll meet you there. 9?" That would give her a bit of breathing room. She didn't have to be so melodramatic about things. Did that mean she wasn't gonna agonize over what she wore? Nope. That wasn't going to happen. She was honest enough to admit that. But she was strict enough that she only gave herself an hour to choose, though.
In the end, she wore her hair in a high ponytail, comfortable jeans, a long sleeve turtleneck knit under tucked a white, black and red flannel shirt, and some felt lined boots. It wasn't winter. But that didn't mean it might not be chilly tonight.
When she arrived, she went in, nervous, looking around for Nika.
'I don't want to be hurt.'
Clingy. Weak. Needy. Thirsty. Laila's voice had returned in full force, to make her doubt herself.
She didn't respond. And didn't respond. And closed her eyes and prayed. She wasn't even sure what she prayed for. She just opened up to the Angel, hoping for....something. A brush of her wings. The whisper of her breath on her cheek. The hint of music.
Waited, as the minutes ticket by. She imagined Nika at her wallet, waiting. She wanted to believe that she was anxiously waiting Liv's response. She wanted to believe that. Needed to believe it.
You're overthinking this, Liv. It wasn't Laila's voice. It was her own. Irritation at her own timidity grew.
Fuck it! She responded. "Cool. I'll meet you there. 9?" That would give her a bit of breathing room. She didn't have to be so melodramatic about things. Did that mean she wasn't gonna agonize over what she wore? Nope. That wasn't going to happen. She was honest enough to admit that. But she was strict enough that she only gave herself an hour to choose, though.
In the end, she wore her hair in a high ponytail, comfortable jeans, a long sleeve turtleneck knit under tucked a white, black and red flannel shirt, and some felt lined boots. It wasn't winter. But that didn't mean it might not be chilly tonight.
When she arrived, she went in, nervous, looking around for Nika.