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NATALIE.
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her gaze, once blue and now, somehow, devoid of its color, was sharp in her stare. a thousand thoughts racing through her mind, enough to press against the corner of her eyes, stinging around her nose, tiny childish tears poking, begging to be left out in the sudden anger boiling over her. she still didn’t believe this wasn’t a hallucination. “yeah. right”. a half scoff, then natalie got up, headed for the door. halfway through she turned, half-stunned, enraged. arms quickly folded against her chest, for fear she might do something — anything, anything just to push him away, shove him back into the nightmare he’d crawled out of . “what the fuck are you doing here, anyway? no, it fucking sucks to see you, el. i’d started to think you were dead, and honestly — i was fine with that”.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Soliciting at this point, honestly. When he was in the good graces of the music world, he didn’t put a second thought into her. But now with all this time to think, he knew just how horribly he treated her. Not that he’d apologize, it was the thought that counts, right? He then scoffed at her statement. “Ouch, babe. Don’t you know by now that you can’t get rid of me that easily?”
















