fallon was sat at one of the desks in the library. as much as she wanted to she couldnât ignore the news, that was her best friend. it would explain why cristian hadnât been responding to her texts, it was so unlike him and now she immediately felt guilty. the school wanted the newspaper so report on cristianâs disappearance as well, she couldnât bare giving anyone else the task, it had to be her that did it. she was in front of her computer, staring at the screen. she hadnât been this blocked in a long time. she placed her hand over her mouth as she felt the tears start to build, how was she going to write this? she looked over as she heard footsteps approaching, immediately starting to wipe her eyes. âsorryâŠdonât mind me. iâm just stressing over the newspaper.âÂ
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           Pencil to sketchpad -- an e a s y concept but one that required MUSE, required concentration, an idea ; none of which Ricky had at the moment. It was impossible to when all he could do was check his phone, reread texts over && over again only to ponder over w h y they simply STOPPED, why he didnât join him at the bar like always. Fuck. A low sigh && hands started gathering art supplies, all such a waste of time. Green gaze couldnât help but spot the other ; it wouldâve been so much easier to keep head down, to keep walking. But in Du Pontâs current state ?? Shit. He paused, a quick shake of his head. âListen, you donât have to apologize. Thatâs -- understandable.â To say the least. âMaybe take a break from it ?? Even just a minute or two might help.â  /  @knightlyfallonâ






















