#c:sofia

@bellisofia

Com o computador aberto a sua frente, Roman apoiava a cabeça nas mãos de forma cansada, exausta e sem esperança. O documento do word aberto há horas não sofria alteração alguma há muito tempo e Roman só conseguia encarar a página com as milhares de correções sem ideia por onde começar. Para piorar o que já estava ruim, muito ruim, estava na faculdade. Preso, com o apocalipse acontecendo do lado de fora do prédio. Tudo porque precisava buscar algumas assinaturas e certificados para prosseguir com a pesquisa. Não conseguiu nem um e nem outro, tampouco trabalhar no que precisava e poderia até aquele momento. Já havia mencionado o tornado do lado de fora na cidade? Sem paciência, Roman cruzou o braço sobre o teclado e apoiou a cabeça em seu braço, olhando para o colo enquanto pegava o celular no bolso da calça e digitava a mensagem com a mão livre.

"Hey, I have an idea. Let's convince Nell and the Chief to let me help you out. That saves you work, keeps me off this bullshit mall security, and we both win." It sounded like the perfect plan.

@bvsyhead (closed for sofia)

Reshade test 1. This one is really simple to use and looks SO nice. I'm just debating do I want more color, or do I wanna keep it muted since this will be a kinda dark story? Hmmm...

Mich: Soooooo

Mich: Exactly how embarrassed should I be that I answered an email from a lecturer half asleep

Mich: And ended it with 'love Micky'???

Now with that embarrassment behind him and the excuse of the stomach flu given at work to explain his disappearance, Benjamin was beginning to settle back into his usual routine. He was a fool to think he could just leave it behind and now he was doing all to what he could to move on from the events of Holi and its ramifications, including the brutal fight he had gotten into with Sofia. He had told himself it was time to get on with his life, the bold statement bringing him to his unborn child’s nursery. The “in case of emergency” bag had already been moved, but Ben was in here to put this behind him. He could still see himself crumpled on that same carpet, sobbing and mourning, but now?... Now Ben wasn’t sure what he felt. With a heavy sigh, he opened up a dresser drawer, reaching for the onesies and mittens and socks and dresses that were meant for his baby girl and tossing them in a an empty cardboard box. All of this was getting donated or leaving his home one way or another.