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“You’ve been avoiding me.” Her tone did not indicate a question or confusion - it was more of a statement. Luci knew better than to believe she deserved any other reaction to her arrival. The chief, who attempted to push them back together, had a soft spot for Luci and invited her to the hospital. For the time being, they had placed her into a wonderful hotel while they waited for the right time perform her surgery. She handed off one of the folders to the nurses before returning her attention to her husband. Or she supposed at this point, they were officially separated. The unused pillow in her hotel room said as much. “Look hating me is fine. Understandable even. But not talking about it is a mistake. I came here-” , her voice lowered as to not attract unwanted ears, “-I came here for you. And I want us to talk this out before we make any rash decisions.” 

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It was easy to mistake Cato as a delivery man for a Chinese restaurant as he walked up to Bristol’s door with white take out boxes. What was lacking was a welcoming smile and a restaurant uniform. He had ordered the food earlier that night, mainly for the blonde as his diet was restricted to certain meals. It was an excuse for him to use to go visit her, but he would never tell her that. What he saw the food as was ‘leftovers’ and he was doing a gracious act for the girl, knowing that she probably burnt her food that night or was eating something cold. He knocked on her door four times with his fist, carefully to assure the food wouldn’t slip from his bruised fingers. “Delivery!” he shouted, fully prepared for her to walk out probably wearing pajamas with the periodic table on it. 

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That laugh. The way it fluctuated from a low rumble before cracking like lightening, piercing the air with joy and drawing you to join in. It was the same one which held Atticus under her spell the night he met her - the night he’d hastened to forget since sliding into the restaurant. And there she was, flirting with his friend and ignoring him as if he hadn’t bedded her only a couple weeks before. Better this way. No need to get attached to someone so wild - with curves he could easily trace with his gaze and fingers that ran like butter through his hair. Still, he couldn’t digest that their night had only been a passing phase for her while for Atticus, he stared at the empty bed crease wondering why she didn’t stay till morning. He popped another fry in his mouth, looking downward alongside his friend. Neither had known to bring their companions, though in Atticus’ case, it would have been a dog. “Happy birthday, Jack,” he mumbled. 

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“My dad said no,” she sighed as she placed her elbow onto the couch cushion. “Actually he had a whole lecture involved before the word no, but I got the message at the end of his first sentence.” Sixty-four days into the beginning stages of their relationship and somehow Selene felt comfortable enough to share her frustrations with Max. Unlike a few of her other siblings, Selene relished in having someone to speak frankly with and appreciated how he didn’t wave her frustrations off as rich girl problems. “But fuck it, right? If I want to join the Peace Corp, I should just do it. I mean, what’s the point of my sense of adventure if I never use it to like... help others? He’s such a bigot. Thinks I’ll get killed or whatever. Like I couldn’t get killed on the bus. But ask for a trip to Switzerland? He’s all ears.” Her lips formed into a slight pout as she leaned against her hand. “Is it totally bullshit or am I overreacting?”

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Life truly was short. Mina swore it was less than a decade ago she was watching her high school best friend being crowned prom queen - and now the mother of two and teacher was laying in a coffin. She wasn’t quite sure she should have come. Her reputation was not one she wanted to bring around an event such as this, but she also couldn’t allow one of her oldest friends to be buried without her saying one last goodbye (even if it had been years since they’ve spoken). In some morbid sense, she was lucky the shock from the announcement hadn’t worn off yet. It kept her feet from collapsing beneath her though their shaking was something to be worried about. With a large pair of sunglasses and an even larger black hat, she attempted to quietly make her way to the front. Not wanting to make a scene she allowed a few tears to slip, whisper a small speech alongside her goodbye and kiss the top of Sia’s head. So this was it. The world was shrinking, suffocating her even and she needed to get out of the home quickly. She hopped to the side, only to run into a larger frame. The impact wasn’t strong but considering how violent her limbs were trembling, she slightly collapsed, grabbing onto their arms for support. “Shit. I’m sorry. I just- uh- I’m sorry. For your loss. I just need to get out of here.” 

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Josie bent down in order to enter the garage without making much noise. Though she believed the majority, if not all, the other workers had gone home, she prided herself on being thorough. And with a day like hers, she needed a quick release without interruption. Not much ever rattled the social worker. Whoever her father was, he should be impressed. Somehow he had managed to unnerve her - even if only for a moment. It was the reason she was currently slipping her jacket off and tossing it onto the only car currently being worked on. “Up,” she barked. “Not to sound dramatic, but I’ve had everything I’ve known ripped from under me and it’s beginning to piss me off. And instead of being a little shit about it, I’ve decided to blow some steam. So you’ve got sixty seconds to take off your pants and get inside me or I’m smashing something.” 

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Tierney wanted to grab her hand. They were a couple yet couldn’t act as such in pubic. The thought boiled his blood as he pretended to pay attention to the artwork in front of him. It was a scene of death and decay - corpses littering a blood-soaked ground. There were enough for each leader of the gang. His eyes laid on one he named after his brother, a small lump forming in his throat. He shifted closer to her body before flickering his eyes around to see if anyone had followed him. Luckily the museum was quite empty which allowed him to take his guard down and finally wrap an arm around Camilla. “Maybe we’ll be able to make it long enough to grab a bite to each.” 

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“You do know most women say thank you after being given flowers.” His tone was teasing, as was the smirk that accompanied his statement, while closing the door to Priya’s office. “They do not try to smuggle their partners into their office without anyone seeing them. Considering I technically own this firm, or at least the family does, none of them should mind me stopping by to visit. If any give you trouble, I can give them twice as much.” He tilted his head curiously before sitting on the edge of her desk. “And to think I thought of bringing champagne too.” His tongue clicked. “My sister has this entire anniversary deal all wrong. You should let her know. She’s all about romance now.” 

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