[too, he says, and shauna doesn’t know if he’s thinking about doomcoming, when she and the others had barged in and ruined whatever tryst he and jackie were caught in, or if he means jackie cold and frozen, or javi stiff and still and carved up like meat, or something else, everything else, every bit of poison shauna’s found a way to instill into the summery day-to-day because if they all think they’re allowed to be happy, they’re fucking delusional. maybe it’s all of the above, but travis turns his back to her, the broad expanse of his shoulders, and shauna’s whole body aches with the desire to plunge her knife right between them.
she doesn’t. she exhales, ragged, tugs her mask down over her face and lets her expression go stricken and hurt and angry where nobody can see. then she reaches out, presses her fingertips to the nape of his neck, once, light, light as her voice:]
Enjoy this while you can, Travis. [and then she’s gone, stepping away, into the night, leaving just the ghost of her touch behind her.]
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she doesn’t. she exhales, ragged, tugs her mask down over her face and lets her expression go stricken and hurt and angry where nobody can see. then she reaches out, presses her fingertips to the nape of his neck, once, light, light as her voice:]
Enjoy this while you can, Travis. [and then she’s gone, stepping away, into the night, leaving just the ghost of her touch behind her.]