#venomouswhims

why  did she keep rechecking. the little screen in her hands was just as  cold and  unanswering  as  he...  helping  nothing at all. the  only updates  on  her last  exchange  with  her  harrowing, scorpion lover  were  the  span  of  time displayed  beside  the  words ‘ seen at’.  so  each  glance  only  shoved  her further toward self-loathing detonation. 

and she wasn’t subtle. neither was her face, and the ripe misery that it blared itself steeped in. 

seen at 8:22, because you’re as worthless as always seen at 8:57, and you’re less than nothing to him seen at 9:18, do you get it now? you have nothing to offer he knows that parasitic vermin in the street would be better why do you keep trying to disprove reality it took him less than a day to find better

she  blackened the screen with those thoughts. there was a knot of blades in her throat, and it meant that her attention - now - needed to be reassigned to blinking down the searing hot water rising behind her eyes

@venomouswhims​

All this time...all this years...he had been using her.

She took a sip of her wine bottle while staring deadpan at the photos of her now ex-boyfriend, burning and vanishing along with their memories into the fireplace. Her tears were dried on her cheeks, eyes red from exhaustion. Camilla took a deep breath and rubbed her cheeks before standing up, walking passed all the trashed pieces of her ex’s treasured belongings. Camilla slowly stepped towards the nearest table to grab her phone and started tapping.