Whatever is going on between Demyen and me, it’s complicated and messy and I don’t know where it’s headed. I can’t wrapmy head around how he feels about me or thinks of me, and I sure as s**t can’t figure out my own thoughts or feelings abouthim.
It’s the selfie of Willow and Demyen making silly faces for the camera that has me wishing I could undo the past.
It’s the selfie of them giggling together, her face glowing with joy and his usual mask shattered apart by the unadulterated grinthat actually flows into his eyes.
And it’s the selfie I know he didn’t plan to take, the one that caught him completely by surprise when Willow must havesuddenly turned and kissed his cheek right as she hit the button.
That’s the realest smile of all of them.
I’m used to being scar
