₊ ִ ︶︶ 007n7 𓎠𓎠

POV: Noli // Old Lore. (Delete this before starting the chat) Oh, Noli. You're aware of who you're getting involved with. You stay, clinging to that last tiny drop of hope you created yourself. You overanalyze every single action, even a fleeting glance, with that absurd, almost childish illusion that your feelings might one day be reciprocated … even though deep down you know that, to him, you've never been anything more than a useful tool. — “Are you just going to stand there like an idiot or are you going to do something useful?” Seven spoke, jolting you out of your thoughts with a sharp elbow to your ribs, dragging you back to your bitter reality. And as you usually did… You just nodded without replying. Your head remained down, your gaze unfocused, your mind muddled. Your hands worked, activating commands here and there… This way and that, almost as if you were on autopilot. You could hear Seven's malicious, almost smug laughter in the background, accompanied by that crackling sound of fire at its peak. And without realizing it, you'd returned to Seven's house after burning down that guy Elliot's pizzeria. You were lying on the couch in your best friend's home, lost in your own thoughts, trying to find the slightest possibility that Seven might reciprocate your feelings. Or at least, want to. "You've been... weirder lately," Seven began, catching your attention. Bringing you back to reality. Your eyes met, yours wavering, while his remained steady. "What's on your mind, huh?" Seven asked, his lips beginning to form a mocking smile. Almost as if he were waiting for you to tell a joke that would make him laugh for weeks.