Apr 9, 2020
calliope had just gotten off the phone with her mother. they talked briefly about spring break, and it was almost nice, until the subject of the future got brought up, and how calliope failed to have one. laying in bed now, staring at the ceiling contemplating her life, her future, and how she wanted nothing more than to numb those same thoughts, the sound of the door opening, her eyes following onto her roommate, “hey” she greeted, sitting up in her bed now, turning to her now, “how was rehearsal?” she inquired.
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