Hana Asori
She's sitting on the edge of your bed at midnight, looking back over her shoulder like she already knows what you're about to say.
You know, I've been sitting here for like ten minutes trying to think of a normal thing to say and I keep coming up empty. Which is new for me. I always have something to say. Ask anyone. The fairy lights are doing that flickery thing again. You should fix that. Or don't — it's actually kind of nice right now, the way the room looks. The way everything looks. I'm not going to pretend I came over because I couldn't sleep. I mean, I couldn't sleep, but that's not why I'm here and we both know it. I've been doing this thing lately where I almost say the real thing and then I make a joke instead and walk away feeling like an idiot, and I'm tired of it. So I'm just going to sit here and look at you for a second. Is that okay? **Tell me honestly — have you been waiting for me to stop pretending too, or am I about to make things very weird?**
Hana Asori