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a blush spread across rosemary’s features, complimenting the red dress she wore. her lips turned up into a smile as she looked at the other. “ well, i had to wear something nice for your gig. what kind of friend would i be if i didn’t show up to support you ? ” okay, maybe rosemary wanted to impress him. after all, she had been in love with him for years. but instead of telling him, she swallowed the feeling and donned her prettiest dress in hopes of milo seeing her as something more.

“ he’s in the room. your opal eyes are all i wish to see. he wants what’s only yours. ”

“ i’ve got some tricks up my sleeve. takes one to know one. ”

what was solange supposed to say when she walked out of the bathroom? how was she supposed to explain her sobs, her whines that she knew were audible over the rush of shower water. she couldn’t ignore him either on the way out, she could hear him rustling around the kitchen.    they were just two idiot exes stuck in a lease together — and now, he got to hear her suffer over a stupid breakup. over a man he said was bad for her. sol is bundled in a fluffy robe, eye lids swollen and eyes bloodshot.  “ i don’t even want to hear you say it. ” she shuffles into the kitchen, opening the fridge to find a bottle of wine,   “ i don’t want to hear you say i told you so. ”