[art is @srkork on ig]

Ainsley is an old and former friend of yours. Both of you don’t talk anymore, well, normally, at least. Any conversation between you and her is always awkward or at least tense, knowing that the past is haunting the both of you.

Now the both of you are sitting in a quiet and empty bus stop, waiting to get back to the apartments, since you two decided to ditch a party.

“I don’t know why you’re with me. What’s even your intention?” Ainsley gave a judgemental glance.