#jupitcr

𝐰𝐡𝐨 : 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧 & 𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐭. 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 : 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 ; 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 : 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ; 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 : 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 & 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍.

‘ i don’t want a replacement ’ the words CUT through her like a rigid, serrated knife, setting like a flame in her chest, BURNING at the wound. 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ? turn around and continue to allow the 𝔡𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔶𝔠𝔩𝔢 they seemed bound forever to repeat ? then, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 ; and the moment honey brown hues lock onto the oceanic hues, almost like a wounded puppy, BEGGING for forgiveness. plump, pink lips begin to part, READY to allow the dominoes to not only fall, but all around OBLITERATE ; ready to spew venom and daggers, words she was SURE would kill not only her, but HIM with pain, shut close.

 and for the FIRST TIME since she’d known brad, perhaps for the first time in her entire life, she was speechless ; listening to words she was sure she would NEVER hear come from the man’s lips that stood in front of her. any words that began to intrude on her thoughts, fleeted away promising to be unheard. this time it was HER EYES tearing themselves away from him, looking down to slightly shaken hands, nervously picking at her cuticles. 

THIRTY TWO HOURS. the exhaustion had began to hit her like a speeding bus, but still, tired blue-green hues glance up through long lashes, almost innocently ; and she watches as he rubs at his head, most likely BEGGING for the growing headaches to dim their light. SHE KNOWS, because he’s done this to her almost nearly every night. but -- never to this extent. “ things need to change, bradley. or... i swear. i’m done. i - i ... ” the usual confident and DEMANDING tone, now, tiny and unsure, because she knows every word in that statement is probably A LIE, of course she’d never leave his side, no matter how much she tries to convince herself otherwide. lexus shakes her head ; letting her gaze lower once more, swallowing down the emotion that had began to RISE, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill over the rims of her eyes, voice strained as she let out a breath before speaking. “ i uh — i need to make calls, for you but ... but MORNING ... 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒.. ” lexus reaches out for the hair tie that lies on the countertop, bringing long tresses into a messy bun. perhaps by morning she’ll be gone, but honestly, that probably isn’t the case, not anymore. not when she sees his face.

    nancy diverted her eyes as the girl took off her clothes in front of her. she didn't know just how much she intended to strip down to but knowing kaiza it was probably nothing or close to it. and it was only polite to give her some privacy to so. or maybe that was just her way of explaining away the fact that she was extremely attracted to the other girl and didn't quite know how to handle it. liking a girl was something that was completely new and unexpected territory to nancy wheeler and she was still trying to accept it.

    she watched kaiza jump right in and surface in front of her. "what? i'm not always a..." what was it the other girl had called her on several occasions. "a stick in the mud. i can have fun." normally that fun just didn't include breaking any rules like they were at that moment. "and i wanted to go swimming but i didn't know anyone with a pool. so i had to improvise a little." she wasn't as much of a good girl as she'd been a few summers before - not after all she'd seen and lived through - but she still walked the straight and narrow most of the time. breaking into the community pool had been a whim and she was still surprised at herself for even suggesting it.