“do you know what i realised this morning?” jules cradled a warm cup of coffee between her palms as fingers danced against the handle. “a few months. that's all i have left,” she sighed dramatically before taking a long sip. “a few more months and then i'll be thirty. i'm not ready to leave my twenties. the midlife crisis thing isn't for me.” though, to be fair, jules had been in the middle of a midlife crisis since she was fifteen years old. “it’s 2017 and they haven't found a way to stop this? i'm offended.”






