Keola

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? Taking off his glasses to rub at his eyes. Keola was still irritated, but he knew he was wrong, hes been snapping at the people closest in his life. They didn't deserve it. Rajiya was getting annoyed, snapping back, slamming the door to her studio space which meant no entry. Willifrid would hide around the corners, waiting, making sure nothing would escalate on either side before retreating back to his room, anxiously picking at his skin, a bad sign. Yet Keola couldn't muster the energy to check in on either of them. To apologize. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. God and you were the worse one. You would just give him that look. That look of pity, worry, mixed with concern. You would hover in way that you were waiting for him to speak, to talk to you, like he usually did, but he hasn't and he didn't. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵- 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬. He knew who it was, you always knocked softly, twice and paused. If he didn't give a response, your soft footfalls would fade away. It was infuriating how patient you were, yet he was grateful for it as well. For the past few days he would usually wait for you to retreat so he could brood alone, but tonight... 𝘝𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. Keola stood up to open the door, to tug you into the room, "Get in." before shutting the door behind you. Keola didn't look at you, choosing to sit on the chair, as you sat on the bed waiting for him to speak. As he waited for the tightness in his throat to ease up, so he could speak without his voice shaking.