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eric was right - the opinion of others shouldn't bother nothing. what did it matter if someone believed a lie? why care if someone sent glares her way whenever eric was around? they were longtime friends who have seen the absolute worst in each other and yet - still they remain. that's truly all that should've mattered.

but it didn't.

living in a small town sucked. especially after moving back from being in one of the nation's most crammed cities where no one knew her or of her. none of her family members were revered or feared. she was simply cassandra davidson. now there were titles after her name: cassandra davidson: daughter of the police chief, sister of an fbi agent, sibling to the owner of the popular cafe and sister to the town's wedding planner. might as well put a sign on her forehead with 'black sheep' written on it. cassandra davidson: bartender, cat mom, addict.

"you know how people talk in this town," she started with a sigh. "about me." a handful of people knew about her time in the big apple. those people she trusted to not speak a word about her demons. however, one of those people was her brother. despite the rekindling of their siblingship, cassie worries nate dropped the news to one of their other sisters, or worst, their father. "i'm already the 'least likely to succeed' davidson. i don't need 'homewrecker' being another reason for my dad to hate me." her statement forced a shake from her head as her face scrunched. "i know that sounds dumb but these daddy issues run deep."

#cassie thread.#cassie x eric thread.#soulwrites.#soulwrites: eric.#//thank you so much for replying!#if you wanna plot them out a bit feel free to message me!#also no need to match length!!#— hold me in your queue tonight

there was a reason why ronnie wanted to live close to the ocean. some would say it was due to her heavily water natal chart, others would say it's 'cause she loved the ocean. while both might be right - it was where ronnie felt home. the sound of the waves crashing and washing onto the sand to then hear the roaring of the sea pulling back. there was a sense of calm in her soul hearing that sound. if she wasn't in her shop or participating in her bestie's yoga class, ronnie could be found sitting on a bright colored tapestry in a bikini - so small it could've been illegal to call it as such - reading one of the many metaphysical books on display in her shop.

dark eyes fell on the clock: 10:09 a.m. "julí, muévete! we're missing prime sunlight time!" her eyes instinctually rolled and she shifted her weight between her legs. leaning against the open door, ronnie held tightly onto her beach bag. "if my spot is taken, you're making it up to me." the words were mumbled and hushed. not a few seconds later did she hear his footsteps approaching. "why do they say women take forever to get ready? how many times did you change your shirt?" // @soulwrites