#wastedtimcs

briar had dreamed of this moment so many times in the past. of herself in a wedding dress, stood beside him. though she never once thought it would be with her due to marry someone else. eyes fell to the invitation that held the capacity to blow up her life, the one she nearly didn't send, the one she hid behind to carry the words she desperately wanted to say to him. " every word. i just didn't know how to say them in person ... or if you wanted to hear them. "

"so what do you think?" the brunette blinked, the older woman's question tugging her from the spiral of her thoughts. her hneyed drifted across the penthouse. floor to ceiling windows casting fractured light across sleek marble floors, the city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the glass. it was beautiful. cold, too perfect, maybe. the kind of place you lived in for appearances, a little like their marriage. " it's .. nice. " odessa finally offers with a nod, glancing towards the male. " what do you think ? "

     “ i didn't show up so we could talk about him . i showed up 'cause i miss you . –– don't you miss me ? miss being inside me ? ”

NICKY LISTENED AS the other spoke, lips pressed into a firm line as she exhaled quietly through her nose. "well, that's my opinion." she shrugged her shoulders lightly, "but if you're happy... sure, i'm happy for you, miles." at least eight out of nine times, they turn out to be shitty. but hey, she wasn't the one that's dating them. phoenix sighed softly, "fine, i'm sorry. i'll be a little more supportive from now on." she slid a plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwich over to the other as a peace offering, "so, where did you meet them?" / continued from here @wastedtimcs

holly lets out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. "so you did love me," she says softly, eyes glassy with frustration more than relief. "and now, right before i'm about to ask someone else to marry me, you suddenly decide to tell me?" she exhales shakily. "you know i worked so hard to make myself okay again. and now i don't know what to think."

one drink turned into three, the bitter-orange of an aperol spritz lingering as the room softened around her—but she’d known they’d be here, had heard about the relationship weeks ago and pretended it hadn’t lodged itself somewhere under her skin. it’s different confirming it, though—hearing the way their new partner leans in like they belong there, sitting pretty in their pictures together, like brynn hadn’t once held that space without even trying—and it burns sharper than she’d expected. she tells herself it doesn’t matter, that she was the one who ended it, that i don't feel it anymore had been enough—but the truth presses heavy in her chest, because she’d loved them too much, more than she knew how to carry. before she can stop herself, she’s crossing the bar, heels unsteady but determined, stopping just close enough to disrupt. her smile is practiced, a little off, eyes glassy as they lock on theirs. “wow,” she hums, flicking a glance at the person beside them before settling back, “that was quick… or am i supposed to pretend i’m happy for you?”

"do you ever get tired of the whole spiderman thing?" questions gus out of genuine curiosity. she clears her throat, hint of a smile on her lips. "kind of off topic but-" shrug. "it's something you'd have to take into consideration if we leave, right..?"

“and what would that be?” rayna asks, raising an eyebrow, her lips curving into an amused smile as she gazes back at him, her cheek now resting atop her open palm over her pillow. “the view from here isn’t so bad either — if only you could see it for yourself.” she echoes with a barely stifled chuckle, feeling perhaps a little too comfortable lingering in each other’s space despite their unspoken agreement to keep this casual.