dissonance — poppy & whit.
May 6, 2019 21:53:55 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽♂️kaitlin. on May 6, 2019 21:53:55 GMT -5
w h i t.
Whitney shouldn't run.
She should stand her ground, take the consequences of her own actions between her two hands and claim them. She had done this to herself, had chosen the wrong friend, had known from the very beginning exactly what she was getting into when she walked into Poppy Rohan's bedroom that very first night and made herself at home on the other girls bed, had made herself at home in the other girls life. Her entire life, she had thought herself capable, had thought that she would stand at Margot's side if push came to shove, but along her sister toppled over the cliff and Whitney hadn't even been able to bring herself to look over the edge to see where the drop went, much less follow her sister over its edge.
Whitney had seen it coming, from the very first moment Malcolm Nox stood up and told the group to choose one person who didn't deserve to stay. I don't know why I came here, she remembered whispering to her new friend, the one she had spent so much energy just trying to get to know these last three months.
Poppy speaks the truth, but it still makes Whitney's heart clench, give up that last shred of hope that maybe, just maybe, Poppy would choose not to speak the truth in some convoluted way of telling Whitney that she wants her to stay. But Poppy is all fire, and anything less than her honest truth would have been a betrayal of that light.
Whitney still runs.
And she goes to the first place that she knows she'll find the most peace, the sunroom where she had set up her easel there hours before. She curls up on the stool in front of her latest piece of art and flings her messy brown hair up into a bun on top of her head, then pretends not to hear the telltale patter of shoes across the floor when they come.
I'd rather be alone, she almost says.
She can't quite bring herself to.