divided we fall

      “ Maybe it happens because you’re using wrong voice tone ?? ”

“I am sure my usual non intimidating appearance doesn’t help much.”

“I guess people are just confused. It is a sentence that you can take both ways. Maybe it depends on the situation.”

Bobbi simply shrugged, he had a point. "I understand but I thought at least my tone would help."

“trust me, i know the feeling. it’s like what the fuck?”

“people are weird but that’s a given.”

  ophelia fiddled with the phone in her hand before waiting for the other’s response. 

“ what if is never a great way to look at things. at least let them reply first i am half sure everything will be fine. you’re only going to make time pass faster if you worry the way you are. “

      “ —– i’m so gay. ”

“ that’s good to know i suppose. “

     “ i don’t think you understand, i need attention to LIVE. ”

“ OKAY I kind of doubt that, no offense. “

        “ i just want to have sex — i’ve been going through withdraws. ”

“ should i be concerned as to why you are sharing this personal information with me ?? “

" watch the notebook, or titanic. they are supposed to be the most romantic movies of all time or something like that, might help your research ?? "

               Jean had fallen asleep, IN PUBLIC. Embarrassment seeped in whilst she blinked herself to complete consciousness. Then anger ( directed at herself ) and next, DREAD. Every corner of the city seemed CRAWLING with Sentinels and Purifiers. “ Excuse me, sorry, what time is it?? WHAT STREET IS THIS?? ”

RUNNING errands would never be the highlight of Bobbi's day but it was what kept her somewhat normal vs her job. She took to walking against driving one of those, INCREDIBLY OBVIOUS, suv's around only to be slightly startled by the girl. " it's eleven thirty. and - " Bobbi paused glancing around for a moment looking for a street sign. " not sure. are you okay ?? "

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