MINUTE AT A TIME.

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dukandet.

               she raises her eyebrows, but instead of granting him any further reply, she keeps her thoughts to herself — something that would’ve been a feat nearly impossible back when they were teenagers. she shifts in her seat ;  her eyes glue themselves on his laptop’s screen. they follow the events of the video intensely, taking in every possible detail. not a single word  ( or a sound, really )  escapes from her lips. the only things demonstrating that she’s not a statue are her moving eyes and the steady rise & fall of her chest as she breathes.

               even when the credits roll away and the video ends, she stares at the screen, her mouth agape.     ❝   that’s———   ❞     she begins, but soon finds herself at the loss of words. only now does she turn her head toward her friend, surprise still evident across her features.     ❝   that was... really good.   ❞     normally she would use more expressive words to describe her feelings, but at the moment she’s too stunned  ( by the incredible quality of that piece )  to do so.

byminute.

               a ghost of a smile flashes across her features.     ❝   fair enough.   ❞     she chuckles, though it lacks all humor of a genuine chuckle   ;   nothing about this is actually amusing to her. she derives no joy from the possible pain she’s about to inflict upon isak, finds no enjoyment in shattering poor kid’s rose-tinted glasses. she is not a sadist, but this is something that he needs to hear if he wants to have a successful relationship with even ( &  god knows he needs someone by his side, even if it’s no longer her ). 

               ❝   ja, it’s about even.   ❞     she confirms, reassuring the kid that she didn’t invite him for no good reason. she breathes in and exhales in preparation for what she’s about to say.     ❝   there’s something very important about him that you need to know if your ———   ❞     the word lodges itself momentarily in her throat. she’s done her best to move on, but some wounds haven’t quite healed yet.     ❝   ——— relationship is going to work. even won’t tell you until it’s too late and for everyone’s sake, things can’t go that far.   ❞     ugly memories, vivid memories, play in her mind over and over again   ;   she pushes them aside to focus on the present moment. 

               ❝   join me?   ❞     sonja asks, though she doesn’t wait for his response before she begins to walk. she doesn’t know where she’s going on, but talking will be easier if it isn’t the only thing she has to concentrate on.

fordeg.

               she chuckles. her lips open to reply something, but upon the mention of the boys, her smile drops almost instantaneously. it’s rude, perhaps, but she can’t help it — the sudden onslaught of ugly memories, of ghosts of the events that transpired almost two years ago, is too strong.     ❝   i’ve actually been working too. applied to some schools as well, but yeah, mostly work.   ❞     she answers, eager not to linger on that topic, but of course her wish isn’t granted. not that she blames him for asking — with the distance they’ve kept, it’s understandable he doesn’t know.     ❝   even and i ——— we actually broke up a few months ago, so i don’t really know how he’s doing nowadays.   ❞     she admits.     ❝ i guess he’s good, though. ❞     those are the words she voices, but this is what she leaves unspoken: he’s much better than he was the last time any of you were in the picture.

dukandet.

               unfortunately for her, their second kiss comes to a halt too soon — even, for some incomprehensible reason, seems to  feel the  need to talk. she rolls her eyes but does pull back, though only barely enough to let him speak.     ❝   fine, you can be little proud of your amazing girlfriend———,   ❞   she concedes,     ❝   ——— but can you not think of a more— exciting way to appreciate me ?   ❞

dukandet.

                ❝   you are smug.  i’ve seen your smug face enough times to recognize it.   ❞     she grumbles under her breath, but she does not push him away when his lips find hers. an effort to pout, to not show any positive emotion, is made after the  kiss,  yet the realization  —that she’s incapable of repressing the love she feels for him—  effectively terminates that plan. she shakes her head and sighs affectionately.        ❝   which restaurant ?   there  are  several  i really want to go to.   ❞     she tilts her head to left   ;   her lips twist into a mischievous smirk.     ❝   statholdergaarden, maybe ?   ❞

dukandet.

               as soon as he reaches for the water bottle, the knowledge dawns upon her — her well-meaning attempt of cooking has not gone exactly according to her initial plan. yet, despite being aware of her own mistake, the exact nature of it catches her entirely by surprise.     ❝ sugar instead of salt ??? nei, nei, nei!   i know i’m far from being a good cook, but i’m not that bad. ❞     she claims with an offended tone.  she grabs the burger from him and bites down, expecting to prove him wrong ——— except that she’s the one who’s proved wrong. she swallows the bite, though not without some difficulty.     ❝ don’t laugh at me. ❞     she says, though her annoyance is more directed at herself than at him.  ❝ don’t you dare be smug about this. ❞