Apr 8, 2018
“You know, with it being Spring and all… You’d expect it not to be so freezing cold around here. It’s like we’re in Russia during the Battle of Stalingrad and I’m not ready to die of frostbite. There are much nicer ways to go.”
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“You know, with it being Spring and all… You’d expect it not to be so freezing cold around here. It’s like we’re in Russia during the Battle of Stalingrad and I’m not ready to die of frostbite. There are much nicer ways to go.”
“Was this some kind of joke to you? Breaking down my walls and then revealing that this was part of some kind of bet or prank. To get me to open up. To ruin my reputation and make me look like a sap?”
“You know, with it being Spring and all… You’d expect it not to be so freezing cold around here. It’s like we’re in Russia during the Battle of Stalingrad and I’m not ready to die of frostbite. There are much nicer ways to go.”
“Are you kidding? Of course, I’m not going. I’m not attending some event based on some bullshit concept that most people just profit off of guilt-tripping us into it.”
"marriage is overrated, anyways."
home sweet home
( Its been an amazing ride the past year and Stella Greyson could not be any more grateful for what she had been blessed with; touring different cities (which included the places she had been dreaming to visit ever since she was a little girl with only hopes and dreams to spare), meeting her fans who only showed love and support and most importantly, putting her passion to practice; singing for the world. But no matter how sweet the ride was, it had its bitterness along the way: she was beyond exhausted, nonetheless. Tired of sleeping in a different hotel bed every night, tired of missing her mother (no matter how rusty their relationship was), missing h o m e.
Twelve months away from home; she had finally returned to her roots. Feet now soiled into the floor of Manchester airport, it was overwhelming to see the people of her home coming out to welcome her home. Her family tree used to only branch out to her mother but now, with all her fans from back home felt like family.
"welcome home stella!"
The grin on her face was permanent as she made her way to the long stretch of cheering fans who screamed for pictures and autograph. Nothing felt better to hear "you saved my life," and "I love you," from her fans. She changed and saved lives; who ever thought Stella Greyson ever had the potential to?
"i love you guys! thank you fo--- oh my god."
S/He was here. The blonde showed clear evidence of shock and nerves on her face, her palms now growing sweaty once her oceanic blues settled on him/her. The one whom she left with a heavy heart twelve months ago to pursue her career. She wasn't sure if s/he was here by pure coincidence or to welcome her back (despite the cut ties twelve months ago) but either way, she was sure that she was not brave enough to face him/her yet. Before she increased anymore chances of them making eye-contact, she say her goodbyes to the crowd, legs wobbling as she walked and head bowed down-- oh, the waterworks are going to start and she wasn't going to let anyone see it. But at least seeing him/her meant-----------
home sweet home.