3/23/2023 0 Comments Sugar rush addison grace![]() ![]() If Anne was happy so was Cathy, so Cathy grit her teeth and cheered Anne on. It's alright though, Anne was her best friend, she wants her happy. ![]() Ask her out sometime, but only if I'm there to see it!"Įvery smile, every laugh, every hug, every comfort made her heart pound and gut seize. "It's Anna, yknow muscles rawr.something about her himbo vibe™ is what gets me!" And at that answer her heart broke, so she smiled and just said, "Yeah I can see it. She was right, she hated the answer, despised it, resented it.Īnne nodded and opened her mouth a few times mulling over.something. Cathy's chest tightened, she felt in her gut she wouldn't be happy with the answer. She observed Anne, she could tell the question hasn't registered quite yet but when it did she was off guard and panicked. The words tumbled clumsily, without Cathy's consent, so untactful. ![]() Something in her wondered whether or not Anne lived in these moments full of love and content as she did. They're both doing such different things yet coexist and enjoy the all the same, if not more. Occasionally getting bored reading a paragraph of some book at her desk or doodling on her hand, they often shared these silent moments Cathy held so dear. She sat on Anne's bed watching her sit and write at her desk. It's her fault, really, holding a silly hope anyone would love her let alone Anne. She remembers the first time her heart broke around Anne clear as day, a stab to her gut and no longer a dull aching longing in her chest. Not in the was people love the sun or sit out and admire the moon. She is Saturn, taskful and structured, she is stable and will remain so for anyone who needs it yet no one ever stops to ponder her. But if Anne is the sun, what is Cathy? The stars are too darling, the moon is necessary. It hard, not to be inlove with Anne when she is the sun, her smile sending rays through a room, her smooth words able to warm you to your core. She notices how smart she is, by no means is she dimwitted, even her more seemingly impulsive actions are on some level thought out. She notices the way she does little things the same everything. She notices bruises on her hand, it's clear it's from punching something, but she accepts 'You know, clumsy me, always running into things!' as the answer. She notices the Anne looks at Catalina the same way a child would look at their mother whom they think the world of. She notices the way she only write letters with ink and a quill. She notices the little scar on her thump, the way almost all the books she borrows for Anne has little gray fingerprint stains from the graphite or ink of Anne's pens and pencils. And Anne, Cathy observes her most, knows so many little things about her, it sounds creepy, she knows. She notices how Katherine looks annoyed at the constant babying, she notices the sad mournful look in Jane's eyes when she's around Lina or Katherine, she notices the way her godmother never looks quite mad enough when scolding Anne. ![]() She'll just notice, she notices so much from shadows, overlooked, unassuming. No matter how much she wants Anne whenever she grabs her hand or gives her that 110% grin. No matter what, she'll simply love from afar, play the part of doting best friend, that's enough for her. Cathy was Anne's but Anne wasn't Cathy's and she wouldn't try to change that. ![]()
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