song - Bad idea right
It’d been some time now, and Renlin’s face was healing up nicely. The swelling went down after a few days, leaving behind a lovely, multi-colored bruise that decorated his skin for a few weeks. The cut wasn’t too deep, and his sister had given him some cream she put together, promising it would prevent any scarring.
The cream worked wonders, and Renlin marveled at how quickly his skin seemed to heal. His sister’s concoctions were always a bit of a mystery, but they were undeniably effective.
Despite her initial anger, her sympathy eventually softened her demeanor. She was always fiercely protective of him, and the sight of his battered face had clearly upset her. They had shared a quiet moment after her outburst, where she gently applied the cream.
Renlin nodded, understanding the weight of her words. Their parents, oblivious to the altercation, remained in their own world, blissfully ignorant of the chaos that sometimes surrounded their children. Renlin’s sister was his confidante and protector, always ensuring he didn’t cross certain lines that their parents had drawn, even if they didn’t enforce them directly.
As the days passed, the vibrant colors of his bruise faded, and he found himself reflecting on the fight and its aftermath. The tension with Tae still lingered in the air, but he tried to focus on the positive aspects of his life. The camaraderie with his friends, especially Vinnie, was a constant source of comfort. They joked about the incident, but there was an unspoken understanding that such things shouldn’t happen again.
Renlin also kept an eye on the new girl he had met after the fight. She intrigued him, and he found himself wondering about her story. He noticed her around campus, always with that same edgy style, and he made a mental note to introduce himself properly when the opportunity arose.
As he moved through his days, he appreciated the routine and the sense of normalcy that gradually returned. The lake, his boat, and the serene summers he once cherished seemed like a distant memory, but he held onto the hope that he could merge those peaceful times with his current life.
Sleeping continued to be a problem for Renlin, and he found himself wandering nearby abandoned areas and small towns scattered around the area outside the school.
Occasionally, he stopped to leave his mark, his initials and symbol carved into a tree or spray painted onto a piece of crumbling wall. A coin left now and then. Each mark was a reminder of his presence, a claim to these places. As he walked, his thoughts drifted to his old companion who used to join him on these nocturnal adventures. They had shared countless nights exploring, laughing, and confiding in each other. But now, despite his best efforts to reach out, he was met with silence. Ghosted. Awkward, right?
Since the fight, it was as if his attempts to sleep only led to more turmoil. The dreams were vivid, almost too real. HThere was no escape in slumber, only more intensity, more vividness, more unanswered questions.
These dreams were unlike any he had experienced before. They were charged with a strange energy, and he felt a peculiar sense of clarity within them. The people, the places, the events, they all seemed to have a deeper meaning, as if they were trying to tell him something. But what? Each time he woke with a sense of unease, his mind foggy with the remnants of those visions.
Despite the exhaustion, there was a part of him that was drawn to the dreams. He wanted to understand them, to uncover their secrets. They held a certain allure, a promise of answers that eluded him in his waking life. But at what cost? The lack of rest was taking a toll on him, both physically and mentally.
Tonight, as he left his room, Renlin decided to visit a place he hadn’t been to in what felt like ages. It was a place that once brought him comfor. He made his way to his old companion’s dorm.
The journey there felt oddly nostalgic. He walked through familiar corridors, past rooms and common areas that held countless memories. Each step brought back flashes of laughter, late-night talks, and the relationship that used to be a staple of his life. He paused for a moment outside the door, his hand hovering just inches away from knocking.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked lightly. He didn’t know what to expect. But something inside him pushed him to try, to seek out that connection once more.
seein’ you tonight, it’s a bad idea, right?
Seein’ you tonight, fuck it, it’s fine
"Ouch," Renlin winced as the door pinched his toe, which was only covered by a sandal. “Note to self: wear sturdier shoes for surprise visits.” Renlin mumbled under his breath.
Before that, though, when Thalia first opened the door, Renlin had smiled, genuinely happy to see her. But as she started to slam it shut, his smile faded, replaced by a look of surprise and frustration.
He quickly wedged his foot in the threshold, preventing the door from closing completely. Taken aback by her reaction, he pushed the door open with deliberate slowness.
“Thalia, wait,” he said, his voice steady but coated in urgency.
Thalia stepped back, her eyes darting between Renlin and the hallway. He was sure she didn’t want anyone to see them, anyone meaning Inessa.
What brings you here?
Renlin sighed, running a hand through his hair. It’s been a while. I just needed to talk to someone who knows I’m not completely crazy."
REN’s eyes wandered her room, taking in the familiar yet somehow distant surroundings of the dorm room. Memories washed over him, mingling with the tension of the present moment.
“Hey there, Thalia,” he greeted, his tone settling into his usual smooth and relaxed demeanor. Forgive the unexpected visit. I couldn’t resist the chance to take a little night stroll Care to join me?"
Outfit during all this because I said he was wearing birks
Renlin woke up in Thalia’s room, quietly slipping out after only a few hours of sleep. Surprisingly, the sleep itself had been uneventful, a welcome break from the dreams that had him recently. Back in his own room, he leaned against the window, perched on his desk. He held a notebook in his lap; changing out of his previous clothes pic on the slides, he decided against trying to sleep again, nervous of the dreams returning.
he heard a faint knock, almost like a whisper calling his name. Was he still asleep? Or was this reality blurring with the dreams that haunted him? The question lingered as he cautiously approached the door. “Are you inside?” the voice came again, a hint of impatience.
excited, Renlin jumped off his desk, papers scattering to the floor in disarray. He reached for the door handle and swung it open, leaning casually against the frame with a surprised smile as he saw Thalia standing there.
Renlin couldn’t help but admire Thalia’s playful spirit and the way her eyes lit up with amusement. As he leaned against the door frame, he found himself momentarily lost in the warmth of her presence.
And I know we’re done, I know we’re through
But, God, when I look at you
revenge? I’d never dare keep you waiting intentionally. Maybe I was just savoring the moment of suspense." His tone was light.
Couldn’t get enough of me? Here for more?" he quesitoned, his voice tinged with a mixture of teasing and genuine curiosity, eager to hear her answer.
@Kristi girlfriend thals
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