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random sentences for any / multiple scenario(s). change around as you see fit.

“ who do you think you are? “

“ wait , did you just say you love me? “

“ please just … leave me alone. “

“ i’m so happy! “

“ is this a gift for me? “

“ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! “

“ i love you. “

“ shut up! shut the fuck up! “

“ who told you that?! i didn’t say that! “

“ w — what? “

“ … i’m sorry. “

“ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “

“ bitch , guess what? “

“ oh my god … “

“ fuck you to fucking hell! “

“ man … go to hell. “

“ what did you just send me? “

“ what did you just say? “

“ they’re totally checking you out right now. “

“ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “

“ are you jealous? “

“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “

“ wow … your smile is breathtaking. “

“ you’re so stupid. “

“ okay! that’s it! put your dukes up! “

“ you don’t want me. “

“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “

“ let me take you out on a date. “

“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “

“ no! don’t tickle me! “

“ i’m not good for you , trust me. “

“ no offense but i’m out of your league. “

“ so , how does it feel to know me? a blessing , isn’t it? “

“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “

“ so what will it be tonight? “

“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “

“ i don’t love you. “

“ you don’t love me. “

“ … is there something you want? “

“ you know , you’re really cute. “

“ god , just let me fucking love you , you idiot! “

“ shh … don’t cry. “

“ i just feel like everything is falling apart. “

“ DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! “

“ hello darkness my old friend … “

“ why won’t you look at me? ”

“ why won’t you return my calls? ”

“ why are you avoiding me? ”

“ is everything alright between us? ”

“ have i done something to upset you? ”

“ are you sure this will work out? ”

“ do you know where he/she/they is/are?”

“ can we stay here a little longer? ”

“ are you lying to me? ”

“ are you hiding something from me? ”

“ why won’t you come out anymore? ”

“ what’s wrong with me? ”

“ what’s wrong with you? ”

“ how did we end up here? ”

“ is there something you are holding back from me? ”

“ what are you scared of? ”

“ are you scared of me? ”

“ why won’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t you trust me? ”

“ am i the only one? ”

“ was it really ever just me? ”

“I see the ice queen hasn’t melted with the winter,” was Rio’s reply as she rolled her eyes but kept a cheeky smile on her face to show the redhead that she was only being light-hearted. “To answer your question: no, there isn’t particularly. Stamford isn’t a very large town, so it’s not very surprising that we run into each other every so often. I think of occasions like this as being pleasant accidents. It’s a little hurtful that you think the opposite, and even more hurtful that you make no effort to disguise it.” Rio looked up at the sky, and at the nearby trees, and at basically anything that wasn’t Bennie for a few moments. She couldn’t shake off the rather pathetic feeling of embarrassment she felt whenever she was in the company of her half-sister. She wasn’t usually one for chasing somebody’s affection, but something about Bennie’s conduct towards her made her long the more intensely for some kind of relationship with her—in spite of, or perhaps because of, how impossible it continued to seem.

Cleo had started to avoid Bennie after the awkward texts and even more awkward night where she’d got drunk. It was fair to say she hadn’t done that since. The weeks had passed by slowly and on the most part, other than her family, she’d only had Elsa for company. There had been one thing on Cleo’s mind that had been bugging her. A bracelet that she’d left in the flat she’d shared with Bennie, one that was important to her. She’d had it ever since she was born.

Today she’d gained the courage to go round and ask if it was there. But of course, that included awkward small talk. “I got new hair, do you like it?” questioned Cleo, gesturing to her new blonde highlights as she stood on the doorstep. She never thought she’d ever ditch the dark hair, but things had changed and it had made her feel a little better. The woman tried to avoid looking Bennie directly, fearing she’d cry or worse, fall straight back in love again. “Ariel said it looks gay. But…that’s what I am so, hey. Anyway, I don’t know if hair can look gay but-” Cleo pushed her lips together and looked down to the ground. “I um, I think I left something important here.”

“You– uh, it’s really pretty. Suits you.” Bennie stepped aside to let her in, aware that Cleo seemed to be rambling. She couldn’t concentrate, her fingers splayed on the back of the door as she tried to figure out if Cleo wanted to come in or just wait for Bennie to bring the item to her. A divide between them, the lives they lived separately and the one they had shared together. Their home. Just a house now. Bennie thought to herself. “I’m sure it will be around here somewhere.” She replied, not mentioning that she had barely been in the building — hadn’t been able to bare it.

Another day of work, another necessary coffee break to use an excuse to get away from her horrific colleagues for half hour. Working with journalists was Mila’s idea of hell. They were all so…dishonest and only interested in seeking out drama. She was just interested in telling stories that would change peoples lives, or impact them in some kind of honest way. About to reach the counter to make her order, Mila’s eyes turned suddenly when she noticed a pile of red hair out of the corner of her eye. Shock covered her eyes for half a second before she called over. “Do you really miss me that much, Lector?” she questioned, turning on her feet. “You seem to be sat in the very same seat, in the very same coffee shop we first met in. A whole decade ago.”

Serafina sighed sympathetically and tilted her body away, while still keeping her eyes trained on her friend. “I don’t want to leave you, Ben,” she replied gently, massaging her hands together. “What if I make us both a cup of tea? You don’t have to say anything, we can both sit here in complete silence if you wish it. But I really would like to stay with you.”

“I’m sorry, Fi...” A few years ago Bennie would have snapped, her tongue sharp and possibly cruel, even if it would be wasted on someone who had known her as long as Serafina. Someone who knew that she didn’t mean it and liked a caged animal, she would only bite when she had felt defenceless. A survival instinct to warn others to keep a distance. “I’m just tired.” She’d always pushed people away, closed herself off and lied so easily she barely noticed she had. Bennie sat with her knees pulled to her chest and realised it wasn’t a entirely a lie this time, her body weak and exhausted as the effects of her poorly chosen coping mechanisms left their mark. “You’re okay, right?” She asked carefully, her eyes remained focused on her own arms, not wanting to look at her friend and see any hurt caused by her shortness. 

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