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the nausea that churned in his stomach was unlike anything that he'd ever felt before. still, he swallowed it down diligently. his feelings weren't important right now. " i'm just saying, " he began, words as sincere as he could muster. " on your wedding day, you should have everything you've ever imagined. " words of comfort come easy. though, they aren't effortless. it takes everything within him to provide this level of comfort. a comfort he hadn't extended to himself. too shy to make a move. staying friends was easy . . . safe. now, it was far too late. all he could do was make sure she knew he'd be there for her every step of the way.

to say that today had been stressful was an understatement. daisy was used to living the high life without much consequence; the bank of mr. davis always seemed to stretch a little further when it came to his little girl. though, all good things had to come to a tragic end. a letter delivered to her luxury high rise apartment had shattered her world with a few simple words. words that had been burned into her retinas. cut off. " i need to start drinking, " words leave lips in an indignant whine. as if she wasn't already embarrassed enough.

slow exhale leaves homme's lips as eyebrows knit together. theo knows he shouldn't be here. shouldn't be getting involved in his brother's business. but he'd always had a soft spot for the other. one that despite himself, he couldn't ignore. " why are you even with him? " question borders cruel as the words leave his mouth. he'd always come when they called . . . but the calls had become more and more frequent. " he treats you like shit, and you . . . you deserve so much better. "

femme sits cross-legged on plush carpet, her families summer house vacant except for her and the other person sitting opposite her. timid smile spreads on glossed lips. " i've never, " she begins, a pink tinge spreading on her cheeks. " weed never . . . " daisy swallows, she's never felt more like an idiot than she does now. " you're gonna have to show me how to smoke the . . . joint? "

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