❛ — all too well !

ind. priv. and sel. audrey grace ames, an expanding of her from all too well: the short film. a study in manipulation, heartbreak, losing yourself, and finding yourself. 

@drmakng​ said: you can’t help who you fall for

no,   she   supposed   she   couldn’t.   she’d   had   very   little   to   do   with   falling   for   him.   they'd   started   dating   and   the   next   thing   she   knew,   she   had   tripped   and   fallen   in   love.   how   silly   of   her,   really.   she   gives   chad   a   smile   and   zips   up   her   jacket,   leaning   back   against   the   beach   chair   she   was   sitting   in.   california   nights   were   starting   to   get   more   and   more   chilly.   she   wasn't   sure   she   liked   it.   she   thought   this   place   was   supposed   to   be   paradise.   ❝   luckily   i   learned   my   lesson   and   now   i   get   to   move   on,   right?   ❞

❝   i   never   expected   to   get   roped   into   vampire   politics.   ❞   audrey   says,   drying   her   hands   on   the   dish   towel   that   hung   from   the   oven.   her   turning   was   a   point   of   contention   with   some   italian   vampires   that   she'd   only   ever   heard   of   once,   and   now   she   was   being   forced   to   meet   with   them   to   assure   them   she   wasn't   going   to   cause   the   entire   vampire   population   to   be   exposed.   ❝   why   are   these   guys   even   in   charge?   they're   only   a   few   vampires   out   of   how   many?   why   can't   we   revolt?   ❞ // @exbride​

❝   my   coffee   is   cold.   ❞   she   says   with   a   soft   sigh,   setting   the   mug   down   on   the   coaster   sitting   atop   the   coffee   table.   she's   snuggly   and   warm   beneath   a   blanket   on   jake's   couch,   enjoying   a   day   off   spent   being   cozy   with   her   favorite   person.   snow   was   coming   down   lightly   outside,   creating   the   kind   of   snow   globe   aesthetic   her   wintery   dreams   were   made   of. // @battlehymnns

❝   sometimes   i   think   there   has   to   be   something   better   out   there   for   me.   ❞   she   says,   nibbling   on   the   inside   of   her   cheek.   ❝   and   then   sometimes,   i   think   this   is   all   there   is.   emptiness   inside.   ❞ // @oeshun​

❝   i   just   like   to   be   alone,   i   guess.   ❞   she   says,   a   commentary   on   the   sad   state   of   her   current   relationship   status.   she'd   been   through   the   ringer   and   now   all   she   wanted   was   the   freedom   of   not   being   tied   to   someone.   was   that   so   much   to   ask?   ❝   maybe   that's   why   i'm   always   in   this   library.   being   alone   with   books   is   calming.   ❞ // @aquabcrn

❝   all   i   want   for   christmas   is   a   few   extra   days   off   work.   ❞   she   leans   up   against   the   counter   in   the   break   room   and   looks   over   at   abby,   shaking   her   head.   why   did   a   museum   need   to   be   open   until   the   twenty-fourth   of   december?   she'd   already   taken   her   vacation,   but   she   still   didn't   feel   like   it   was   enough.   she'd   barely   have   time   to   see   all   of   her   family. // @frightes

❝   i   just   want   one   thing   to   go   right   for   once.   ❞   she   says,   huffing   as   she   sits   down   opposite   him.   she   was   starting   to   get   frustrated   with   her   luck,   and   this   just   made   it   worse.   ❝   there   was  nothing   in   my   trap.   ❞ // @worldfathered

“Then don’t give me a reason to raise my voice.” He felt like she always did. The paranoia she apparently lived with when it came to him. “You always do this, it’s ridiculous.” It was already too much. The constant arguments, the way she made things up. It was almost as if reality was different inside her head. 

he pulls her close, allowing her arms to drape over him as his encircle her waist. ‘well that’s a fine proposition you make, young lady.’ he tells her with a grin whisking her away and twirling them both around. he’s a terrible dancer, more prone to stepping on feet than anything else but he tries - just to see that smile light up her face. ‘you’re much better at this than i am.’ 

@toreitall said: what about your promises?

she balks, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out oh so slowly. ❝ my promises? i never made any promises i didn't keep. ❞ she says, shaking her head. she was so tired of this back-and-forth. one day things were good, the next, it felt like a battle to even get him to look at her. the ups-and-downs of this relationship were starting to really take a toll on her and some days, she wanted out. but then, some days were good, and she could barely remember why she felt like that in the first place. ❝ what promises do you think i've broken, exactly? ❞