𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻. @guidwin
there’s a dull ache thrumming within the confines of her chest — a blade pierced through her flesh, at least the pain would be a facsimile of such sensation. her heart stopped and all that circles within the mind of addison montgomery is that bloom could die, and she’ll never know how i feel. [ bloom will die thinking i hate her. bloom will die not realizing that i ... ] iggy’s words interfere like a sore spot, akin to a nag at the back of her mind. she’s been agonizing over seeing her like that. georgia’s okay, but lauren’s not.
but it’s as if when max goodwin’s presence entered her peripheries, she cleans herself up. the back of her sleeve wiping away the tears she had been shedding, and she calms herself before him and ... his baby. gaze trails upwards, she barely know what to say to him. still, she tries. ❝ ... max. is that ... your baby? ❞ it’s a rhetorical question at this point, but the hoarseness in her voice should convey the fact that her emotional capacity have been maxed out. ❝ w-what’s uhm... her name? ❞