😂😂😂 Honestly I can be both, it all just depends upon the situation lol 🤷🏽♂️🤷🏽♂️🤷🏽♂️ #sorrynotsorry #theyallcomeback #theyallcomeandgo #believethat (at Chicago, Illinois)
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😂😂😂 Honestly I can be both, it all just depends upon the situation lol 🤷🏽♂️🤷🏽♂️🤷🏽♂️ #sorrynotsorry #theyallcomeback #theyallcomeandgo #believethat (at Chicago, Illinois)
Our Last Kiss || Cecelia & James
Cecelia sat in her living room, deciding what would be better, vodka or gin. Is that what her life had come down to now? Alcohol was the only thing that could make it better. Her brothers words hurt more that she would ever admit to, and she couldn't see anything making it better. But maybe... someone. She stood up, dashing into her bedroom and through to her closet where she changed into something nicer. Her head was spinning slightly, but she hadn't even drunk anything yet. She redid her make up then moved back downstairs, picking up her house keys as she left, not even sure if she locked up. She didn't care, she didn't even know if she was coming back.
It was dark now, and raining. Very fitting, even poetic. She never came into this part of London, where you were more likely to get you car nicked than anywhere else. His flat was on the second floor, with a red door. The paint was peeling off and a sign that had once been nailed to it had fallen off, or been taken down. She regretted coming, but she knocked, holding her breath.
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*Hugsss* WHY THANK YA KASIE.~