Cecilia Mercier

Cecilia Mercier | Cassandra “The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sun set. We know that the earth is turning away from it. Yet the knowledge, the explanation, never quite fits the sight.”

[cecilia-mercier]

Text || @ Cecilia

Scott: Do you want the rice krispies from that one bakery? I can get it on the way over.

Scott: Screw it I'm bringing some. I want some now.

Scott: Have you even eaten at all today?

Cecilia: ... I gotta go.

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Text || @ Cecilia

Scott: I was gonna stop by anyway. Not even YOU can't keep me away from you. (That made more sense in my head)

Cecilia: Then stop teasing me and get on over here with the food. I'm starving.

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Text || @ Cecilia

Scott: I am hurt. No meatball subs for you.

Cecilia: No, wait. I'm sorry. I was just joking!

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So...

[scottie-frost]

I don’t have to do shit. I would tell you the dress makes your butt look big even though I’m your friend and should tell you it looks marvelous instead.

[cecilia-mercier]

[She gasped.] You wouldn't!

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Text || @ Cecilia

Scott: What kind of hat? Hard hat?

Scott: Wait, so you're really not gonna let me in? I am pouting right now. *sends Cece of his best pouting puppy face*

Cecilia: One that'll hide your face so you aren't as embarrassed when people stare.

Cecilia: That won't make me want to open the door any more.

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So...

[scottie-frost]

No, you wanted what people take things for granted. I wish I could make them love you or at least accept you. If they could just see what you’re like…but I hate them. I hate that they make you so sad. [holds her hand, smoothing her fingers flat and curling them into a shape of a fist repeatedly]

[cecilia-mercier]

You're only saying that because you're my friend. You're obligated.

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Text || @ Cecilia

Scott: Yes, I am because I will be the weirdo eating meatball sub by himself on someone else's steps :(

Cecilia: Well... Maybe if you put on a hat?

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"No... that can't be right. I'm telling you... You're wrong." Cecilia frowned at her phone before chucking it into her purse and buried her face into her hands in frustration.

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Text || @ Cecilia

Scott: It makes me wonder how you deal with me sometimes. But don't worry about it.

Scott: Are you going to hate me if I show up with meatball subs?

Cecilia: Are you going to hate /me/ if I don't answer the door? :P

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Text || @ Cecilia

Scott: Maybe my neighbor got a cat. Did I tell you a new neighbor just moved in?

Cecilia: No, you haven't. I haven't exactly been very talkative, have I? Sorry about that.

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Text || @ Cecilia

Scott: No, you know I prefer dogs :)

Cecilia: Oh, then where did you see it?

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Text || @ Cecilia

Scott: *sends a picture of a neighborhood cat*

Scott: It looks like you

Cecilia: It's adorable! Is it yours?

[iamaristudio]

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So...

[scottie-frost]

It doesn’t bother me. It’s good to just cry sometimes… You can stop when you can or want to. I’ll stay here. [rubs her back comfortingly]

[cecilia-mercier]

Scott, I'm so stupid. I'm such a stupid girl... so stupid for thinking I could have more. I wanted too much...

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So...

[scottie-frost]

Nothing less than that, okay?

[cecilia-mercier]

I've been crying for weeks, Scott. I can't seem to stop.