really?

"really?"
"yup."

she twirled the letters in her mouth like beaujolais and sipped on the atmosphere as if it was the bottle of chianti that she couldn't afford from the top shelf.

"you disappear a lot."
"yup."

all the remembrances came back to her at an alarming speed, and she labeled herself as a Mason Jar like the quarantined, non-admittance, under-aged faker that she was when they first met. 

"will you pretend like you missed me when you see me again?"
"yup."

6,5,2 days left until they m-m-made a memory inside each other's incisors, re-sizing, integrating all the outskirts, and in skirts, until there wasn't another k-k-kiss that they could hold back.

"you could tell me all of it back."
"nah."

figures.