sweet sugar
They sit silently for a minute, Sana looking more and more irritated as the seconds pass. Finally, she huffs out a sigh. “I can’t just not ask her.“
“She won’t tell you anything if you do,” Isak says. “It’s only going to make it worse, she’s not going to talk to you about anything important if you try to make her. That’s not how it works.”
“Why not?” Sana asks.
“Because it’s fucking embarrassing,” Isak says, a little louder than intended. He closes his eyes for a brief second, choking back the more harmful words wanting to escape. “That’s the whole point of not telling anyone, you look around and you see all these perfect people with their perfect families and their perfect lives and it makes you feel like shit. So if anyone even mentions something about the thing that makes you different, you throw it back in their face and shut them down.”
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He opens the book again, reads the accompanying text explaining the new theory depicted on old material. As he looks down to flip through his contacts, he briefly stops on Even’s dad’s number. He’d probably like it. This book is new, so new that the findings may be news to him.
After a few seconds of staring at it, Isak puts his phone away. He can’t go calling people he barely knows over something that don’t really matter. He’ll just read it himself, that’ll be more than enough.
It would still be nice to share it. To have someone listen with interest, if only just this once.
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“She won’t tell you anything if you do,” Isak says. “It’s only going to make it worse, she’s not going to talk to you about anything important if you try to make her. That’s not how it works.”
“Why not?” Sana asks.
“Because it’s fucking embarrassing,” Isak says, a little louder than intended. He closes his eyes for a brief second, choking back the more harmful words wanting to escape. “That’s the whole point of not telling anyone, you look around and you see all these perfect people with their perfect families and their perfect lives and it makes you feel like shit. So if anyone even mentions something about the thing that makes you different, you throw it back in their face and shut them down.”
archiveofourown.org/works/11871141/chapters/268...
He opens the book again, reads the accompanying text explaining the new theory depicted on old material. As he looks down to flip through his contacts, he briefly stops on Even’s dad’s number. He’d probably like it. This book is new, so new that the findings may be news to him.
After a few seconds of staring at it, Isak puts his phone away. He can’t go calling people he barely knows over something that don’t really matter. He’ll just read it himself, that’ll be more than enough.
It would still be nice to share it. To have someone listen with interest, if only just this once.
archiveofourown.org/works/11871141/chapters/274...