⠦ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ꜰor @comcta
Stella had tucked her small girl into bed HOURS ago. She was sitting on her sofa with a bottle of pinot, too upset to drink from a glass. Staring at her cracked display on the marble table she waited for it to light up, beep, ring, anything. Braids, twists, and knots compiled in her stomach over the thought of Jacob being done with her. It felt like hours she’d sat wallowing away in a bottle of wine before she realizes how bad she needed him. He was more a father to Cassidy than anyone else. 2:45 am is when she’d started towards his address. Stella wasn’t one to apologize. It was WEAK and embarrassing, but losing the one thing she’d depended one most would rot her from the inside out. Knuckle red from biting them nervously, she made to his doorstep and before a ten-minute argument with herself to talk herself out of this, she rang the bell. Rubbing her tired eyes that burned with sadness, she looked up as the door opened, voice splitting in m i s e r y. ‘ Please don’t leave me. ‘