#butterflyeffekt

❝Chris, seriously, I’m fine,❞ she slurred, body slumped to the floor like a wet carpet. The floor was her best friend right now, and she felt she’d hurl with one wrong move, bile threatening to rise into her throat. Luckily, all that came out was a belch, but her. stomach still lurched. ❝Babe, come on...❞ 

[text] babe-

[text] yes, sometimes but that’s not the point 

[text] the point is, you’ll have fewer layers to remove on our wedding night, you goof 

[text] that’s....subjective lmao

[text] listen ok jenna marbles said this would work and yeah this video is from like 8 years ago but the technique...works?

❝You say that like this isn’t a regular occurrence,❞ she yawned, eyes scanning her computer screen. Finally tearing her eyes away to look at Chris, she frowned. ❝I’m fine, really. I was just in the zone, that’s all.❞ At least, that’s what she told herself so she could avoid falling asleep and waking up screaming in terror, afraid that Chris wouldn’t be there when she opened her eyes. It’s not that she was lying, per se so much as omitting a few bits of information. She had been writing, although perhaps it was difficult to deduce how much of it was intelligible. She’d take care of that when she had the chance to edit and wasn’t running solely on caffeine.