I LIKE THIS GIRL.

as uncomfortable with this warmth that she was, she wanted more of it. it was rare that she’d encounter someone who she could speak so freely with. she found herself staring, and when she realized it she looked back over at the table nearest to them. it was unlike her to be so mesmerized with a single person. but maybe it was because bella made her feel something other than dead inside.
she gives a small laugh, “sometimes i feel like people are better at showing their bad sides. as for interesting, i don’t know.” her attention turns back to bella. “you know, you and me are kind of similar. i appreciate it.”

ACCUSTOMED TO SENTIENT DISCONNECTION FROM MOST, she knows these feelings with strength; she’s found the comfort in it. this begs the question, is it an oddity to feel disconnected alongside someone? like they kept in your bubble without POPPING it. perhaps the observation of her peers with aya is what enables this for them. bella holds a quiet appreciation, finding her chances to gaze at the other while their sight is diverted on others; she gathers details, growing admiration.
❛ – you’re right, maybe. how often do you catch a break; find a friend, in and among it all? ❜ words are above a murmur, darkened eyes coming to match aya’s level at that moment. REMINDS HER OF A CERTAIN MIND-READER, DOES SHE ? bella leans back in her chair, allowing her lips to twitch upwards. ❛ yeah, we kind of are. maybe i should’ve been spending all my time with you, instead of the likes of .. mike newton and all. ❜