#declanflanagan

“Remember what I promised last time?” she left the glass behind, as she stood up and walked behind Declan, who was busy pouring himself another drink. “Or are you too old to remember?” the blonde asked, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend from behind, and pressing a soft kiss on the side of his neck. “Don’t tell me I need to refresh your memory now.” @declanflanagan

 She had no idea how it started, and never knew how to stop it. So there she was, seated in a chair she couldn’t get out of. There weren’t any restraints on her, she just couldn’t get up, as though the gravity was particularly heavy on her body in a familiar room. It was the bedroom of an old apartment she shared with her ex husband. The bed was gone and she couldn’t see the edges of the room but there was no denying the feeling of familiarity being in the space. She kept trying to stand so that she could go to the door but her efforts were in vain.

Gala's party for a charity foundation. The night seems calm and Alice went alone to this part. Sometimes even 'adult' party, she used to bring her three years old daughter as her date. But this time she let her little Monster, sleep in the bed. Hopefully, Dominique wouldn't wake up waiting up to her mother shows up. Part of Alice knew there's a high chance of this happens. Mimi is the type of child that can't sleep alone for too long, and it doesn't matter how long Alice would be gone, she'd be waiting. Unfortunately, the child inherited the anxiety running on the veins of the Kingsley... Or well, more specifically her mother. She picked up her iPhone to check up some messages, before block it.

After seeing and greeting some of the other's wealthy people, pulling the best sympathetic smile she could ever have, she created over the years. Although her smile hides her true self, the eternal sadness that lives within her. She grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter serving around, while walked towards the outside, close of the pool to take a fresh air. In spite of the place was full, but not that full somehow she feels suffocated. In her way to stay close of the window, she tumbled into someone, almost spilling the liquid in the person before her.  ❛  Sorry! I --  So --  ❜ Alice tried to apologize without paying attention who it really was, when she realized who is it, she let the champagne glass fall from her grasp and break near her feet. ❛ Declan?  ❜ Honestly, in a thousand of years, she'd never expect seeing an ex in Boston. She was in shock, speechless with no reaction.

One day Philippa overheard the conversation of her foster father, knowing that he has a son, out there. Her father did not know that day she was at home because it's late of night when she came from college. Being a 'criminal reporter' or trying to... She invaded her father's personal office in the home, while he was out, gathering the pieces of information of this 'son' of his he never told her or her foster mother.

Maybe her works skills helped her with personal life, but the only thing she knew is that she was in front of his door, nervous to talk to him.  Pippa thought twice before ring the doorbell, slightly regretting her boldness. If anything goes wrong, she'll try to make up with some lies.

“I’m so done.” the blonde let out, falling with her back onto the bed. She was exhausted and done with all this wedding craziness that everyone talked about at work. A twenty-year-old co-worker marrying her high school sweetheart, after he dumped her twice for someone else. No matter what the others said, Nadia wouldn’t listen to shit and all she did was send out invitations, as well as photos of possible wedding dresses. Everyone talked about it -- and it was driving Delilah crazy. Eight to nine hours at a dinner with people being either excited about it or giving zero shits could really give her a headache. 

“I don’t get it. She’s so young, yet she’s rushing to marry like there’s nothing else she can do in this life.” she said softly, staring at the ceiling. “Sorry for nagging you with this. I’m just so...” she made a face, before cracking a smile. “Weirded out?” That was a way to describe the way Delilah felt right now, but it didn’t matter. That wasn’t her life.