#mclancholy

         “i didn’t mean those things i said.” gwen breathes, rubbing her forehead nervously as she glances at the other, attempting to backtrack. “i was just drunk and lonely, y’know? it didn’t mean anything.” // @mclancholy​.

“i don’t know who i am...” gracie begins, setting her glass of wine down on the dinner table. “i don’t know what to do but i’m not a lot like you.” clearing her throat, she shrugs. this was N E V E R going to work out.

       “i just didn’t know you back then.”

“  why  can’t  you  just  lighten  up  ?  ”  

“ what you said the other night... did you really mean it ? “

“ you really need to work on those mood swings . ”  /  @mclancholy​

“Someone like you,” He chuckles, shaking his head a little as he checks the magazine of his gun. “Shouldn’t waste your time with someone like me.”

       silver  needed  another  job  whilst  she  was  doing  her  best  to  get  onto  the  broadway  circuit  ,  but  it’s  hard  .  so  here  she  is  ,  a  nanny  for  someone  .  and  honestly  ?  she’s  enjoying  it  a  lot  more  than  she  thought  she  would  .  silver  looks  up  when  she  hears  the  door  open  ,  smiling  gently  .  “  hey  ,  welcome  home  ,  ”  silver  speaks  gently  ,  moving  her  hair  behind  her  ear  .