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*QUICK INFO_

You’ll never guess who I just saw around QUINCY BOROUGH! They looked exactly like CANDICE PATTON but I overheard them introduce themselves as CHERRY THOMPSON and say they were a THIRTY-TWO year old CISFEMALE that prefers SHE/HER pronouns. I think they’re an PAINTER/PHOTOGRAPHER who has been living in the city for 3 MONTHS.

*HEAD CANONS_

She has lived in Vesta for her entire life pretty much, until she went to University of Michigan for school. She moved back for a while but left again with her boyfriend. She recently moved back in with her mother.

She was named Cherry because her mother is a baker and named her eldest after her favorite dessert—cherry pie. She has a sister named Honey and a brother name Sage.

She loves taking pictures of people and showing every detail of them. No airbrushing. No alterations. Just the truest form of that person. She wants to highlight the importance of understanding that beauty comes in any form and can be found in everyone.

*PERSONALITY_

POSITIVE TRAITS: detail oriented, ambitious, forgiving

NEGATIVE TRAITS: pessimistic, dishonest, afraid of conflict

*QUOTE_

“I want to be 14 so I can ruin my life differently.” -anon

multihailstormm

cherry:

“Hunter, I know! I know that it was wrong. I should’ve talk to you, I should’ve told you how I was feeling b-but I just thought you would get mad at me and we’d be talking in circles. You had your head stuck in your writing literally 24/7 and by the time you came to bed I’d been laying their alone for hours. I wanted to take care of you and love on you b-but you just kept pushing me away!” She needed to calm down. She was getting all riled up and for what? “I tried over and over to get you to pay attention to me but whenever I did you’d just be so busy. I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough. Maybe I wasn’t attractive. M-Maybe I smelled bad—I don’t know!” It was obvious she was getting anxious again, rubbing her arms awkwardly as she spoke, her body language cutting her off from him and showing just how fearful she was to have this conversation. “I tried to make everything perfect for you. I changed the way I’d clean up the house I…I cut my hair, did my makeup differently, dressed differently…and you never noticed. I tried different perfumes. I tried to make you something amazing every night for dinner and it was like…I dunno, like you were dead or something. And I just kept thinking there’s something wrong with me. He keeps rejecting me. That’s what it felt like—rejection. It felt like everything on that paper was worth more to you than me. And that if you could look at this idealized version of me rather than the real me, you could be happy. You could be content with not marrying me and just staying my boyfriend forever. You could be content laying next to me if you knew all you had to do was fall asleep and see the other me with you. Like I was so flawed that the thought of even looking up to tell me goodnight was too much for you. So yeah…I cheated. I strayed. And I feel awful about it. I think about it constantly I mean—even when I was with Trevor all I could think about was if you were feeling okay. If you were hungry or sad or angry with me. If you were safe and warm in our bed…if you were with someone else. It was the biggest mistake I ever made in my life. And I let it go too far. Not only did I lose the love of my life but…my best friend. And that’s what hurt me even more.”

Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose. How was he supposed to know any of this? Yes, he had fallen into his work. Yes, he had pushed a lot of his energy into writing the past few years, but he had had to. He had to be successful to prove to his father that he wasn’t some washed up joke. The he could be a successful writer, even if he was just writing romance. And they had been together for so long… Hunter always thought she was beautiful. Long hair or natural hair. Make-up or no make-up she had been perfect. Maybe he should have paid attention more? It was likely. He’d come from the world of sports where your mind was always lazer focused on the goal at hand. Still, all of this didn’t seem very fair to dump on him if she had never talked to him in the first place. Now, Hunter could only shrug, feeling defeated. “Things I could have fixed had I known I was screwing up at the time. Now it’s too late. Why hash it out now if it doesn’t change anything now! But you know what, two can play this game. There was a ring. There is a ring actually, and I was just waiting for the right time. Is that what you want to hear? Does that makes this better? I was working for us. I apologize if I did not communicate that well, but that’s all that was going on.” He shrugged. “I lost you and my best friend. My heart is shattered, so excuse me if I feel no sympathy towards you regretting your mistakes. I didn’t even know I was making mine.”