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📱 tbd .

alexis: be honest

alexis: what does it mean when you find your number on a bathroom stall that isn’t located in the local middle school?

alexis: i get the feeling i need to change my number asap

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 @selfawarc

esmeray lifts her hand and hesitates, her closed fist hovering so close her knuckles gently brush against the exterior door. she HAS to do this for him — for them. esme decided this today would be the day she’d collect all the remnants of lane and their relationship remaining in her bedroom, returning his belongings to him and packing away years worth of memories in a box that her mother would ( reluctantly ) hide so she wouldn’t be tempted to find and know where to look. that meant taking out off of the clothes from his designated drawer ( graphic tees they shared, sweatpants, and a few other clothing items stashed away just in case ) and other random possessions of his she found, and neatly putting them in a bag. his designated space in her dresser now empty looked weird. it hadn’t been empty since they first starting dating in high school. however, the morning was almost therapeutic in a way, reminiscing by poring over pictures, souvenirs from dates and gifts from him before carefully putting them away in the box. there were a couple things esme still couldn’t part with — letting the great white shark plush remain on her bed and her jewelry box remains untouched. she had never done this before, simply shoving the items in a desk drawer when they broke up with the sense she’d just put them back out when they were back together. and packing wasn’t even the hardest part — the step to actually give his things back to him was.

she knocks on the door and releases a shaky sigh, taking a step back to wait for him to answer. her stomach is churning and she can feel her heart thumping against her chest from the anxiety of simply being here and going through with her decision. esme crosses her arms once she adjusts the strap of the tote bag holding his clothes over her shoulder, her eyes looking everywhere else besides the door. she looks over her shoulder at her footsteps when she was pacing back and forth a few trailers back, then at down at the specks of dirt on her shoes, and then noticing a honey bee fly near her in interest before drifting over to a nearby patch of lilacs to forage for nectar.

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irving isn’t nearly large enough, dae decides immediately. maybe his agent had a point and he was actually better suited to life in very large, very anonymous LA. at least in a city of LA’s population, there’s probably a much smaller chance of running into ex-girlfriends in the lines of grocery stores. he wants to be stubborn and switch lanes but it’s early morning (he hasn’t slept again) and there’s only one till open. he briefly considers ditching his grocery haul and walking out emptyhanded but he’s fairly certain the only thing left in his fridge are monster energy drinks and he may die (exaggeration) if he goes one more day without solid food. besides, leaving the poor workers to put away his cart’s worth of jalapeno cheetos and smiley fries feels like a crime, somehow. and so he’s left to ruminate, waiting impatiently behind mal as the poor cashier flusters with someone a few carts ahead of them both. dae wills her not to turn around, focusing all his mental energy on urging her to not even notice his looming, darkly dressed presence but it’s no use. of course she’s noticed. “you’re up early,” what a strange thing to say, especially with vitriol lacing his words. a mumbled hey would have sufficed.

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