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The last note of the piano rang out through the cafe as she finished her set of songs to the sound of applause. She smiled and stood up, turning to take a bow. It was not the first time she played it, quickly becoming a regular there. Well, as often as she could find the time to drop by. She made her way down the stage and over to get herself a drink. Someone calling her name caught her attention, she turned just enough to look who it was and she smiled, recognizing the other. 

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                                   midnight. some splotch of a park in the city. they were entirely alone. she had wanted to talk and jackson didn’t blame her. he’d been distant, cold. but how do you explain to someone you care about that in the end, you’d hurt them? and not just emotionally. they’d been talking, fucking, whatever for months and jackson found himself falling for the classy redhead. he didn’t like spending his nights alone anymore. he liked exploring the city with mary, getting lost in alleyways and clubs, finding themselves all over one another against a brick wall.

                  but he wanted to wake up next to her in white sheets, sober. it was an odd feeling, to care for someone. to love someone the way he loved her. never had he considered laying his life down for anyone else besides himself. but for mary, he would in a heartbeat. and that scared him.

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                                      they’d only slept together a few times. he was her half-brother’s best friend. the amount of times she’d sat in the backseat, watching the two of them get high and listen to disgusting music, was countless. never did she think she’d find herself below him, curled around him. they swore it was only one time. then they said that again a week later...and again...again, and again. they both knew this was not a one time thing.

                   but this- spending the night, was new. she rested her temple on her palm, looked at him. staying over at his place meant waking up next to him. a level of intimacy she feared. but strangely, she agreed. it was glyn, after all, not some stranger she met at the bar.

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                                  his troubles were often soaked away in warm water, a few bumps, and a pack of smokes. his window was cracked open, the sounds of new york city clear in his bathroom. a candle was lit, overwhelming the tiny room with the scent of cinnamon. a radio sat on the floor, dully playing some old indie song. his eyes were closed as he sank into the water, sighing with relief as the day was gone now and he was able to rest. his muscles no longer weeped with exhaustion. his eyelids cried with joy when he allowed them to droop, finally. 

          jackson was about to drift off into his usual haze of toxic substances and tiredness when leonard burst into the bathroom, rudely yanking him from his dream-like state. it took him a few moments to realize what the other was saying.

                   he wouldn’t lie, the other man had been on his mind recently. a little too much. like a pesky fly on a hot summer’s day, lusting after your slice of fruit pie and lemonade. but, jackson being jackson, he just sighed, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

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                                       she had first felt the life within her at a coffee shop. standing in line, waiting to get a cup and suddenly her stomach swirled, as if something was shifting within her. she had ran to the bathroom, puking in the toilet. it was then she knew something was up. this was no bug. during her entire shift her mind had been fogged with worry. her logical half reminded her that nothing was certain. after all, the flu was going around and she probably caught it. but her other half was panicked. after work, she purchased a few tests at the pharmacy, practically ashamed at allowing herself to slip up like this. the mere thought that she could possibly be pregnant screamed shame. slip ups weren’t allowed. and this was a wrench in her life plan.

         back at home, sabrina locked herself in the bathroom and proceeded to take 5 tests exact. all positive. she didn’t quite know how to feel, but shock throbbed within, sending her crumpling to the floor, hands running through her hair. there was something inside of her. a tiny clump attached to her insides. how the fuck was she gonna tell glyn? they’d both grown up, but she never would have guessed they’d have a kid. their street-living days, high as kites were over, but no way in hell were they ready for this. words couldn’t explain their issue, so she left all 5 tests on the kitchen table and awaited his reply on the couch, stone silent and still.

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                                    she’s used to late nights. they’re like an old friend, silent and comforting. sabrina often spends them at bars, 24 hour diners, scribbling away on notebooks about demons and hell, trying to spit out the voices inside of her head. she’s typically accompanied by a cigarette about 3 hours into her sleepless evenings or a cup of black coffee. food doesn’t interest her this late. maybe a few bites of some cheap pancakes or hashbrowns here and there if she got really bored. she’s found solitude in the chipped tile walls of diner bathrooms and gas stations, a smoke in her hand. there was something so warming about being enclosed in a building, phone off, disconnected from the world. that is, until tonight.

                    at first, her glance simply passes over him, as if he was just another man walking into the dingy club. she was about to leave, head on over to the diner and have a cup of coffee. her gaze snaps back once she realizes who it is. she’d recognize those eyes anywhere. ever since she came back, she’d been avoiding him for her own reasons. fear that he had moved on to someone new. fear that he hated her. fear that he would find out what she really was. but they’ve now made eye contact, and she had to say something.

       she navigates through the small crowd of people, tugging her little black dress down before reaching him. the last thing she wants is his to think she’s just another whore now, waiting for a lay. most people that come here are looking for just that. is that what he’s looking for? a sour taste builds in her mouth at the thought of him sleeping with someone else. did the other feel the passion from his lips as she did?

          now in front of him, standing a few inches below him, she gives him that sabrina smile. mysterious and knowing.

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                                        blaire was almost always loyal. almost. even when things were heading south, she remained by the side of her lover. blaire had never cheated on anyone before. she was naturally flirty, but never crossed the line. in the end, she always came home untouched by another. at least, until she met sadie. things were on and off between them, flames always running to one another, then scurrying away when things got too hot. 

             she had been seeing a nice man recently. he made her dinner almost every night, drew her baths, and never allowed her wine rack to be vacant for more than a day. he was a sweetheart, but he didn’t make her heart tremble like sadie did. blaire often thought about sadie when she was under him, pretending it was her. long blonde hair stroking against her bare skin. sweet lips kissing down her body, lingering. blaire dreamed of kissing sadie again. kissing the other woman was like kissing spring itself. a feeling of the purest, most sweetest warmth would overcome blaire, she swore she could smell honeysuckle when they embraced.

      sadie looked exceptionally beautiful under the neon lights of the gas station. of course, this wasn’t blaire’s primary choice to meet her, but it was all they had. this tiny gas station in the middle of nowhere. anywhere too public and someone would see and word would get back to her boyfriend. the last thing blaire wanted to do was break anyone’s heart, but sadie was like the sweetest candy out there that blaire just couldn’t resist.