#lightspoken

     Imogen’s first class of the second semester was one she was particularly looking forward to: Costume Design and History. From her theater experiences at Degrassi, Immy felt like she already had this one under her belt, at least a little bit. She was excited to get into the classroom again feeling confident and sure of herself, unlike how she’d felt during so much of high school. 

     When she arrived, she was the only one in the room. Sitting down, she pulled out her notebook and pencil case. She had vowed to be organized this semester and it was going well, so far at least. Soon, she became immersed in her doodling and didn’t notice the others filing into the room. After a few moments had passed by, she looked up to find the classroom filled. 

     Looking closer at her peers, Imogen tried to see if there was anyone she recognized from the previous semester. Always having been a friendly person, she was hoping to find someone she knew to sit next to for the class and chat with while they worked. As her eyes scanned over each person, she realized that she hadn’t found a friend, but an ex-girlfriend, Fiona. Imogen stood up and walked over to the other woman’s table.  

            lola pacini and frankie hollingsworth relationship mood board

congrats, i’m so happy you’re happy! ❤️

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The curly-haired girl struggled getting going this morning, a lack of sleep causing her mind to be in a fog. Her mom having to keep reminding her that she was going to be late if she didn’t get moving (and she really couldn’t afford to be late.) 

She was sure Holly J was going to be waiting for her by her locker, already ready to go.She wasn’t ready to answer the question of why she was late getting there, or why she looked so tired. She was going to have to lie, because she couldn’t tell her she had trouble sleeping because she kept thinking about the many reasons this whole ‘being in love with her’ thing was going to crash & burn in her face. 

Daxton was H O M E, although it doesn’t feel right to him. Everything that happened, the things he saw, it was complicated to say the least. After his tour ended he was told he had to see a therapist, it was apparently mandatory. Finding the want to go was hard, how was he supposed to see some stranger and explain the things in his head? The things he saw? Daxton paced outside of the office contemplating if he actually wanted to go through with this or deal with the consequences later on. Letting out a frustrated sigh he walked inside and straight to the front desk, “ Daxton Chadwick. “ he stated before glancing around the lobby, it felt like all eyes were on him but they weren’t, people had their nose buried in their phones or in papers. 

Checking in was a breeze, they had all the paperwork signed and consented that he had sent over already. Waiting was the hard part,  E V E R Y little sound caused him to be  on alert; the ruffling of papers, the typing of a keyboard.. even the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall across the room. 

                      L E A V E.

It was pressing in the back of his mind as he bent over and grasped the back of his head to calm himself down. He began to count to ten and then let out a heavy breath, the images of his last patrol flashed across his mind and he counted again, he repeated the action several times until he could feel a normal pace in his chest. 

Daxton moved his body into an upright position, his back coming into contact with the chair he was sitting in. He concentrated on his breathing to the best of his abilities as he watched the door that lead to what he assumed were offices, pleading in his head for the next name to be called was his.