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❝Who died and made you king/queen? ❞ did i send one already? who knows
She feels it again — that angry sting of jealousy. Who died and made you queen? She wasn’t queen. She wasn’t anything. She loved control, she loved being in charge, she loved feeling like her life was held tightly under her thumb. Nowadays, it wasn’t. ❛ That’s Selene, actually. ❜ She says, a bitterness added that Sylvia wishes was uncharacteristic. ❛ So direct all complaints to her. ❜
❝Jesus, your eyes look bloodshot. ❞
She’d just crashed her head into the table, face folded into her arms with a disgruntled mumble, when she hears the comment of what exactly she looked like at full attention. She was exhausted, and for a brief moment, the abrasiveness of reacting criticism breaks open, and she feels it as a rarity: concern. Whether it is or not, she doesn’t move to look up at the other, words simply muted as she comments. ❛ I didn’t sleep. ❜
❝What the hell are we supposed to do now? ❞
“depends on what GOD you worship.” eyes waver heavenward before returning to earth and he cracks his fingers, nerves becoming a physical manifestation. “my parents would probably say we need to pray. my friends? they’d probably say we just need to enjoy ourselves as much as possible and then hope for the best.”
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[ IMESSAGE 11:22PM ] : babe, i don’t know what you’re even mad about .[ IMESSAGE 11:23PM ] : it’s not my fault you’re out here looking like bobo the clown[ IMESSAGE 11:22PM ] : what are you , a kids size medium ?
