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Hands trembled as she pulled up her shirt, trying to figure out why so many things were wrong with her. Tears poured down her face as she could hear the name he spoke out-- wasn’t hers. He didn’t ever lover her did he ? A shaky sigh, and a small sniffle, Gwen pushed closer to the mirror, examining what was so wrong with her face-- what was wrong with her ?

She didn’t expect another call from him, and felt both anxious in case she was wrong, and relieved.

❛ F-Fucking asshole-- ❜

#punkboiii #✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　 ☾ 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ DASH.#✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　 ☾ 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ CONFESSIONALS.#open i guess if any of nyall wanna hop into this

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MY MUSE IS FEELING TOUCH-STARVED. | ACCEPTING.

Hands quietly traced along the sheets, before pushing herself up, and out of the bed. Tears stung at her eyes when she HEARD the named he called out for at orgasm. She felt like filth, she felt like– like a slut, a WHORE, used and used again, until they found her nothing more than trashy enough to throw away into the dark abyss.

Pale peach skin dripped with tears and began to blur her vision. Quick to wipe her eyes, she felt warmth touch the back of her back, tracing circles as she put her bra on. That someone wanting her to come back to bed, as he didn’t KNOW what he had said to her.

As if she was going to accept his half attempted apology and pretend nothing ever happened. She could feel herself start to tremble, tears now pouring out of milky brown orbs, as she slowly turned and smacked his hand away from her, and grabbing her things off the bed stand beside her.

Almost instantly her light cries became heavy sobs, her body now shaking tremendously. She almost felt like Duncan could see right through her, and it only made it feel like it was only going to get worse from there. She ruined everything, her love life, her friend’s life, what else could go wrong NOW ? Oh right, her boyfriend didn’t even think of her how she thought of him. It began to show more and, time spent with the punk boy. Luck was always cruel, wasn’t it ? An eye for an eye, or perhaps a heart for a heart. Either way, she could feel her heart rip into small pieces, one by one.

Grabbing the rest of her things, she slammed the door behind her.

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

#punkboiii #✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　 ☾ 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ IC.#✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　 ☾ 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ASK.#slurs /#sex mention /#fuck u duncan from undertale #also im not formatting this :')