07-08-2014, 08:42 AM
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Originally Posted by Cedric
Schuyler glanced down at her plate when Olly said she wanted her to stay. That wasn't going to happen, though. And she believed they both knew that.
And maybe England would have been more of an option if it had better weather. But honestly she wanted somewhere a little warmer. Sunnier. Less raincloudy. Something new.
And before Schuyler got to think any more about things that seemed a little stupid right now (like weather), Olly said something that made her chest constrict. A lot. She'd said she didn't know if she could do it. Do long distance. Schuyler bit down on her lip and kept her eyes trained on the other girl. Okay, still constricting..
"I know it's far," and she wanted to add another part to that statement. But..? But? "..You could come, too?" she suddenly thought. Maybe? It was an idea. "Or, you know, maybe not directly in Barcelona," because it did seem rather crowded and Olly wasn't one for crowded cities, "But maybe somewhere closer..?"
Because that was the only option she could think of to make long distance any easier: cutting down the distance.
Either way, they would try. Right? They would. And Schuyler couldn't ask for more than that. Olly felt...deflated somehow. After she'd said that they could try long distance. Like she'd just given up. Because while of course she WANTED to try - very much, because the alternative was just...she didn't even want to think about that to be honest - she didn't think she could. Not because she thought she'd get bored and forget all about Schuyler and cheat on her or something. It wasn't even that. It was just.....she needed someone.
She needed someone there with her. Physically.
Go to Barcelona with her? By then Olly had pushed the plate away from her slightly because food wasn't happening. Even the smell of it made her feel sick. "Somewhere closer?" Her eyes were still fixed on Schuyler's blue ones, searching them, almost as if she could find an answer there. "Like where?" What difference did it make if she lived in, say, France? "I...I don't want to move to Spain, Schuyler." They spoke Spanish there, did she know? Also it was quite hot there, especially during summer. |
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