✿ 8)))
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✿ five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.
She missed him, dearly, but what was new? The phone screen illuminated her soft features and a sigh rattled her chest, but he was surely busy. The escort abandoned the thought for now.
New shows, new dress and new fur but no one to gleam and shine to. Lips pursed when looking to the number of her dearest friend; no no, he wouldn’t care.
She was lonely, wanted some company - her thumb hovered over the send button but ultimately hesitated and the phone was tossed aside with a loud groan.
Time crawled on, he still hadn’t been in contact and her heart ached dearly for the precious little thing. Yet her hand still wouldn’t send the text.
Sira had begun to fade in her head and legs kicked on her bedsheets, should she text him? ...... he could be busy.... or perhaps didn’t want to see her...
She’d had enough, the phone was grabbed and she announced her arrival whether or not he would like it. Her purse was grabbed and the escort stormed out the door.













