Everest
Not one to be aware of his surroundings when he's fixated on something, as he quite clearly is now, the world around him (including Mateo's colourful presence) is just a blur of noise and dull movement that buzzes faintly in his ears. Actually that's probably his blood pressure plummeting.
The sudden ("sudden") presence of a body next to him has Ever turning, all wide blue eyes and pale cheeks as if Mateo was a jump-scare from a horror movie. At first the congratulations from his friend's lips sounds like the wonnnwohnnwonnn from the teacher in Charlie brown; it's only the movement of the balloon that catches the aviator's gaze and snaps him into some sort of focus.
"Oh." Blood rushes into Ever's cheeks, the effort of which has his heart suddenly hammering. "No, I...It..." Unable to articulate the insectile-buzz of his thoughts, Ever merely holds the paper out for Mateo to see whereupon a large red F has been circled and underlined.
The sudden ("sudden") presence of a body next to him has Ever turning, all wide blue eyes and pale cheeks as if Mateo was a jump-scare from a horror movie. At first the congratulations from his friend's lips sounds like the wonnnwohnnwonnn from the teacher in Charlie brown; it's only the movement of the balloon that catches the aviator's gaze and snaps him into some sort of focus.
"Oh." Blood rushes into Ever's cheeks, the effort of which has his heart suddenly hammering. "No, I...It..." Unable to articulate the insectile-buzz of his thoughts, Ever merely holds the paper out for Mateo to see whereupon a large red F has been circled and underlined.
I wish that I could find the words,
to tell you how much that it hurts
That I'm not who you wanted me to be
to tell you how much that it hurts
That I'm not who you wanted me to be
