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AVA: how'd that test go?

AVA: please tell me you at least wrote your name on the cover sheet

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A smile touched Neve’s lips as their fingers intertwined, her eyes falling to look at their joined hands for a moment before meeting his gaze once more. She really did love his eyes... They held stories and so much life for someone so young, and she couldn’t help but reached out, trailing her fingertip lightly down his temple, along his cheek and to his jawline. 

“Saturday... So far away. But I’m free.” she replied, leaning in to steal another kiss from Quinten. “When and where? Tell me and I’ll be there.” 

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bloodshot eyes, messy hair, a lump in her throat; and yet avery wouldn’t admit that she’d spent the last twenty minutes crying in her car on the way over. she’d dried her tears and taken a few deep breaths before getting out, but something told her that even now that she was standing right in front of noah’s door, it was still more than evident that she wasn’t in the most stable condition. as the door swung open avery prayed for daisy to be asleep, which fortunately was likely since it was way past her bedtime. “––i’m... he’s leaving, i mean...” she raised an arm in a gesture of putting off what she’d attempted to say, rubbing her hand across her cheek to keep a single tear from rolling down. “it’s OVER and i–– just need a place to crash tonight,” she tried to explain, tone defeated. / @cvndypaint​

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Ever since Sloane left, Aaron’s life had been a disaster. He felt as though his life was over when she walked out the door, and he was being over-dramatic when it first happened, but it felt like it was all crumbling down back then. It wasn’t actually that terrible... until it was. He had an unhealthy attachment towards her, one that made him feel as though he needed her to live his life. He depended on her for so much, and any health professional would have probably told Aaron it was a good thing and that he could use it as an opportunity to do better things and self improve.

Aaron had dealt with sadness before, but he’d never felt it this severely. This time he could barely get out of bed, barely find the energy to even fix someone’s computer and that was something he loved. He felt as though he had no energy left, and he didn’t know what to do about it. He stopped paying his bills, he stopped doing the things that he was supposed to do, stopped doing just about anything that brought him enjoyment. Eventually Aaron got kicked out of his apartment and was stuck living in his car. He didn’t mind living in his car too much, because he’d dealt with worse. 

Aaron did everything he possibly could to try and keep up his social media following - the following he gained from Sloane - but the depression dragged him down. One day he was working in the library, doing a live chat for his fans, and someone stole his car and everything in it. He’d hit rock bottom. Aaron was back to when he had no one, to when he didn’t have a family, to when he didn’t have anyone to live with, to when the only places he could sleep were in homeless shelters or random places in the public like benches or in abandoned buildings. 

“Aaron?” He recognized the voice as one of Sloane’s friends, and all he could do was pretend he didn’t hear them and close his eyes. A few weeks later, he heard his name being called, but it wasn’t Sloane’s friend... it was Sloane’s. He was hearing things now, wasn’t it? He looked like a disaster and a complete mess. He last took a shower a few weeks ago when he’d managed to take one at some shelter; he had gotten skinnier from lack of food, and he was tired. Aaron gave her a sad smile before turning away from her and rubbing at the side of his neck, not completely in tuned with reality.