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[theoldermxses]

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Late November and the trees in front of Arabella’s house had almost shed their golden brown, yellowy leaves as he watched one flitting down slowly through the window. Bringing the coffee to his lips again, he wetted them with his beverage before pursing his lips, the words on the tip of his tongue but not quite there yet.

It had been almost a year since Caleb’s passing. Peter wasn’t exactly a best friend of his, but he felt the loss nonetheless having worked so closely with him in the past. What was truly surreal was how close he had gotten with his young wife, Arabella. More than fifteen years his junior, the young woman had found solace in him in the past year, and he gladly provided it. He was conscious of the attraction on his side, but mostly he hadn’t connected with someone as much as he had her in a long time. She made good company. More than good, in fact. And as the year drew to a close his thoughts, reluctantly, went to the holidays again.

He had spent a lot of them alone, not having the best family structure growing up without his mother and with a sad, introspective father. He often preferred solitude. This year though, this year he had found someone he honestly didn’t mind spending time with, enjoyed spending time with. And with that in mind, he sat up on the couch a little and turned to the blonde he had gotten to know so well.

“Do you want to do Christmas at my place? I mean, if you’re not already doing something.”

[sacrosanctvm]

          It had been months since last she’d seen him, and Joey had been buzzing with excitement since he’d told her a few days ago that he was coming to Miami. She didn’t care what he did when he was back home, when he was with the wife that she knew he had. None of that mattered. What mattered was what happened when he was with her. She was all about living in the moment, doing what made you happy. If that meant carrying on with a married man, well, that was what she was going to do. Right now, what made her happy was rushing downstairs to the lobby of her apartment building to meet the aforementioned married man when he texted her to tell her that he was almost there, running to him the moment he came through the door, jumping up into his arms, and wrapping herself around him. Then came the kiss- big and eager and accompanied with a squeal of excitement. “Mm, hi, baby. I missed you.” // @xdiaryofavixen

[voxvulgi]

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What had he done?

What had he done?

Zoran was out of his mind in several senses of the word. For one thing, he was undeniably drunk. For another, he’d been thinking too much, remembering too much, and feeling way too much in the past couple of days that tonight, while Sofia was out with her friends and he was alone, he indulged himself in several drinks. A glass and a glass and another glass all led up to this: He’d left home angrier than he had been in years, heading back to his old home. As he’d hoped, his uncle’s car was parked.

He’d been so sure of his decision when he sabotaged it. Only when he walked away did panic set in, and he started to run the rest of the way home. Someone must have seen him. If they hadn’t seen his face, they’d seen him running. And if they hadn’t seen him running, they noticed him crying as he fumbled with his keys to unlock Sofia’s front door.

When he stepped in, she was home. He froze in the doorway, speechless and nearly dizzy.

[crazyyoungsters]

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“first day of school and suddenly every kid forgot how to write with a pencil. it’s like their hand is drunk —— what the hell happened?” ray laughed, dropping his bag on the floor and crashing down onto the couch. 

[lcsthopes-blog]

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“ How GOOD are you with scissors? ” an impish grin on her face as she runs her left hand through her thick, neglected beige mane. Billy was aware that once her head stopped feeling like a spinning frisbee she might actually regret the decision she was making right now, but right now for the other to grab the kitchen’s scissors and trim her head sounded like the perfect plan.

[feelinvented]

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       It was a calm night, a night meant for catching up with drinks and laughter. Chey was enjoying herself with the company of her friend just as she always did. But, of course, with that tipsy of head of hers, she always seemed to get crazy ideas of liquid confidence after one too many drinks were too consumed. Looking over at the neighbor’s house, she thinned her lips before repeating herself. ““I may be a little drunk, but I still think borrowing the neighbor’s pool isn’t that illegal. Just, you know. A little illegal.”

[nyxmuses]

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Oh boy... he hadn’t expected this. He never got stuck when it came to notes, to music. It was as if his native tongue had failed him, and he was beyond frustrated, as demonstrated by the angry way his pencil scribbled across the scrapped note. He stared stumped at his papers, the illegible scribble making no sense to anyone but himself as his other hand that held the pencil hovered in front of him, as if conducting and invisible orchestra. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, before they popped back open and he turned to the nearest person, “Excuse me, would you mind... what sounds better now, listen carefully--” he cleared his throat and hummed a soft melodic tune before it went into a dramatic crescendo and silent again, before he held a finger up as if to say wait, “Or...” clearing his throat again, he began with the dramatic note before dulling down into the quieter note. When he was done, he looked at them expectantly, eyebrows raised as if silently asking their opinion. “Bien?”

[labyrinth-e]

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A R D O U R

Fuck. The same word kept on repeating on his head as he found himself sprinting into the hospital. 4.07PM. He had called earlier to say that he’d reach by the end of her shift, but little did he realise that he’d be so drastically held back. The only time when his job decided to become interesting of all days was this one. The odds seemed to be working against him. Nevertheless he made it (with flowers). The private investigator could only hope that there weren’t any henchmen following behind him. He had almost been caught snooping around thereby rousing suspicion, but thankfully his presence had been dismissed and likened to that of a lost tourist. 

He asked for Arabella from the front counter and had been told that her shift was done. “I know, I know - but I told her I’d pick her up here, you see,” he told the plump woman with a hint of impatience in his voice as a result of his exasperation from rushing over. The exchange with the receptionist soon led him to wait at the seats along with other patients. David shook his head thinking the same thing. Fuck. This wasn’t how he wanted to start the new thing that they had just confessed to each other.