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waiting for the 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 of a 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 .

the worst part of all this is that my hair today is fucking gorgeous and no one has complimented it yet. heartbroken.

him too? what exactly has occurred?

tending to a cut on her forehead, angry relative swung a door and hit her in the face.

he's very tired. anyone up for cuddles and movies?

this chronic pain gotta go. i am miserable.

it’s literally not.

i don’t lie, thank you.

nothing. i ain’t lookin’ at you.

if you see me glaring across the ED, yes you do.

/ do we fuck with my jack?

“ hey , you don ' t look so good — ” phone slipping back into her sweater. she grabs it for him , brows furrowed. “ do you need help holding it ? or — actually , a juice box would be better , huh ? will be okay while i grab that ? ”

“ i just wanted somewhere to be on my phone ” shrug , digging around in her pocket. she tosses over a cereal bar.

“ sorry , i just — ” this is so awkward. nonetheless , she wasn ' t going to stand around useless. “ are you um ... okay ? ”

opening the door — and promptly closing right away. okay , no sneaking away into there ...