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                ❛      get  out.     ❜       his  voice  is   deeper  now,  than  it  was  when   they   were  together.      ❛       go  back  to  wherever  you  came  from.     ❜      and  the  way  he  speaks,  it  might  be  all  the  more  obvious  that  something  in  him  has  died  and  not  even  seeing  the  man  whose  departure  was  responsible  for its  death  would  be  enough  to  bring  it  back  to  life.       ❛      you  don’t  get  to   LEAVE ME   and  then  come  back  here  and  pretend  like  everything  is  fine.  it’s  not  fine.  i’m  not  fine.  so  get  out.     ❜ 

it’s late, another party in the shittiest part of town echoes through the empty streets. you can hear the train passing overhead, and it’s cold enough for the petite vixen to sport one of his sweaters. -- funny how she had just swapped spit with someone else for blow in the bathroom wearing the same knit-stitched fabric. jumping down the porch steps, she finds him with a solo cup in hand, and a pretty little thing fawning for his attention. without hesitation, haven laces her arms around from behind him, covering his eyes with a glint in her own. “guess who.” nimble fingertips are bruised and freezing, but she doesn’t care. instead, she whisks around to plant a kiss between them, nipping at his lower petal and humming. “i got some fun powder, you wanna’ lace a blunt with me?” she leans in, whispering against his ear. “maybe i’ll even let you snort it off my tits.” her tone so playful, you’d think it was a joke. finally, the other girl clears her throat. haven turns around and lifts a brow. “sorry, invite only.” 

❝    i  was  starting  to  think  you   FORGOT    about   me ,   ❞    words  are  slurred  as  he  speaks ,  as  he  plants  a   fabricated    look  upon  his  features  as  if  to  showcase  how   h u r t    he  was     ----------     only  to  falter  completely ,  a  string  of   chuckles    falling  past  dry  petals.  large  palm  extends  to   grasp    onto  the  other's  shoulder ,  genuine  simper  adorning  his  expression.   ❝    i    MISSED    you.   ❞

delilah: i SWEAR to god stripping is giving me muscles  delilah: and i honestly don’t know if i’m excited or horrified delilah: both, probably

         ❛   you  should  really  be  more   mindful   when  it  comes  to  bringing  people   HOME.   ─   i  can  hear  you  even  when  the  tv  is   blaring.   ❜

                    ❛  you know i could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time.  ❜

          MAYBE it was the fact that she was so good with clarissa or maybe it was the fact that for once in his life he trusted someone else beside himself with his daughter ------- he never wanted to make her feel like she wasn’t ANYONE but the words escaped his brims like vomit. ❛  you’re my princess and i’m going to love you no matter what ----- your her mother. i love you, baby girl.   ❜