Kielkeithkylececaelia - Just Kiel

Caswen but they’re in the pining stage, and they keep on spending time together because their respective favorite people (red and ashlyn) are dating. Outings sort of become unofficial double dates

wait shut up i love this.

big red and ash would plan to get lunch and then invite their resident sad sacks to stop them just aimlessly existing all weekend. ricky and ej would end up getting squeezed into the same side of a tiny booth, thighs pressed together and all ricky would be able to think is that ej’s cologne smells a lot nicer than throb. at one point ricky would get up to use the restroom and when he comes back ej’s thrown an arm over the back of the seat, probably not in any intentional way, but when ricky sits down again he can feel the warm line of it against his neck.

they all go mini golfing because ashlyn says it’s better with four. ricky has no idea where she got that from because they end up splitting into two’s anyway; big red and ash spending more time making goo goo eyes at each other than actually playing, ej and ricky spending more time getting heated over points and trying to speedrun the course. at the windmill, ej scoffs at ricky’s stance and ricky levels him with a look.

“you know i play like, real golf, right?” ej tells him, raising an eyebrow.

“of course you do,” ricky says witheringly and thrills at ej’s briefly affronted look.

“look, just–” ej starts and then ricky feels hands curling around his hips, tilting him a little straighter. “there you go,” ej murmurs, his voice all low and kind of rumbly, like a rolling engine. ricky keeps his eyes on the stupid rotating windmill and swallows, throat dry. ej’s hands slip away and ricky takes the shot, the little white ball rolling evenly and perfectly into the hole. there’s a brief moment of silence.

“that was a coincidence,” ricky says quickly, but when he spins around ej’s already grinning.

“you’re welcome, bowen,” ej tosses over his shoulder as he wanders over to the next hole.

ricky ends up winning and he’s incredibly suspicious about it. even ashlyn seems surprised.

“you lost,” she tells ej, like he needs to hear it. he probably does.

“yeah,” ej says, handing over their putters to the guy at the register.

ashlyn squints at him. “you lost,” she says again, “at golf.”

apparently this is exceptionally meaningful as ashlyn and ej then proceed to stare each other down for a solid ten seconds. “yeah,” ej says again and this time ashlyn hums, glancing at ricky in a way that has him feeling a little like he’s under a microscope.

in my mind they go on several of these not-dates until one day ash and big red just don’t turn up to lunch and ej doesn’t seem surprised in the slightest. because ricky isn’t stupid he says, “you just gonna keep tricking me into dates?”

ej smiles, slow. “i don’t know,” ej says, leaning forward to steal one of ricky’s fries. “do i have to keep pretending to lose at things?”

ricky kicks him under the table but lets ej hold his hand on top of it.

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Tonight, I was walking alone, with no one to accompany me but the night and its silent moon.

The trees were still, as if they had lost the ability to move, but the scent of flowers and soft buds beginning to bloom with the approach of spring mingled with the scent of the soil, unlike any other scent in this world, as if the earth were whispering to life to rise again.

The road was long, but I didn't feel bored. I wanted to walk endlessly, as if I were escaping something I didn't know, or perhaps searching for something I hadn't yet found. The moon kept me company in my solitude, silently watching me, speaking to me without words.

But I forgot about it and ignored it for a moment, and played Mabel Matiz's "Samanyolu." Its melodies seeped deep within me, shattering something inside me, stealing me from myself.

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At that moment, my memories flowed like an endless waterfall.

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I also realized that I was in Gaza, my sad city,

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just enough.

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