Macha’s eyes widened, the breath knocked right out of her by the force of the kiss. She let Tyler pull her closer, wishing that the (middle part of the car that separates the driver and passenger seat) was nonexistent, wishing that she could be closer (Jesus still present) to him, her light, her reason to live.
There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)
(lmao he is)
Tyler pulled away a little, grinning up at her, his eyes sparkling and his elbow resting on (that middle thingy in the car). "You still hungry?" He whispered.
It took a moment for Macha to remember how to speak. “I— um— only— only——“ It didn’t work.
Tyler chuckled and kissed her again, putting his hand behind her head.
(sorry my reply took so long)
(how are you?)
Macha leaned into his touch, letting her eyes fall shut as a million different emotions sped through her. "I love you," she murmured into his lips.
(That's okay :)
(im okay hbu?)
"I love you too.." He replied quietly, sighing a little.
(idk, honestly)
Macha pulled away, smiling up at him. Just the sight of her amazing boyfriend sent a wamr feeling spreading through her chest, she felt so unbelievably lucky. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, one charged with emotion.
(Aw sorry)
Tyler hugged her back lovingly then pulled away. "Should we go back now?"
(It's not too bad, dw)
?
Macha glanced at the back seat, where their lunch was waiting. "Let's eat first?"
"Sounds good." He smiled, grabbing the food from the back and handing Macha hers.
(sorry about the question mark, didn't mean to put that there)
(ack sorry I feel ridiculously braindead, could we skip?)
(sure it's np, where to?)
(that night? after college?)
(sounds good. Do you want me to start?)
(back temporarily
I can, just give me a second)
Macha sat cross-legged on the bed, scrolling through the pictures on her phone. Every now and then, she would stop, swallow, and hesitate to move on, but she always did so eventually.
Tyler walked over to her and bent down behind her, setting his head on her shoulder. “Hey..you okay?”
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just….." She tilted her phone so that he could see. On the screen, there was an old picture displayed, one of a man with greying hair holding a child, maybe twelve years old. "My dad."
“Oh…I’m sorry…” He said quietly, hugging her.
"It's fine," she murmured into his shoulder, glancing back at the picture. "What's done is done. I just…. I can't help remembering, you know? I wish.. I wish I could finally let him go. I keep regretting things, I can't seem to move on."
“You don’t have to let him go, just don’t feel like it’s your fault or anything. He’s in a better place Macha.”
Macha nodded, laying her phone down on the bed and turning it screen-down. "Yeah. Thanks, sweetheart."
“Tell me if you need anything.” He whispered, kissing her forehead.
Macha nodded, leaning into his touch. "What time is it?"
“Only nine.” He said, sitting down next to her hand laying his head in her lap.
Macha stroked his hair, kissing each of her fingers lightly before pressing them gently against his skin. "Tired at all? Or do you want to do something? I'm done my studying."
“Whatever you want.” He smiled, reaching up and wrapping his arms around her neck.
Macha's hands found his, a smile working its way onto her lips. "We could watch something before bed?"
“Okay.” He grinned, pulling her down so he could kiss her.
Macha rested her elbows on her legs so that she could give him proper access to her mouth. "Do you watch any?"