something to look forward to
for @jancyweek2022 day one: lyrics
So many things we could say So many things we could let get out But let stay in instead Some things are best left unsaid
She had a whole speech prepared.
She’s been practicing it in her head for days now, for weeks, from over the desks in the school newspaper office and to the passenger seat of the Winnebago they stole. A carefully crafted lecture about honesty and communication and how he’s not nearly as mysterious as he thinks, and they’re a team, aren’t they, whether they’re fighting monsters or applying to college.
She repeated it every morning when she woke up and every night before she fell asleep. Ready to go, so that when she saw him again – and despite all the fear and the buzzing panic of his disconnected phone line she knew, in the pit of her stomach the center of her heart, that she would indeed see him again, she would – it would be the first thing out of her mouth.
And then she does, and it’s not.