escapism. it was baking in the middle of the night to forget your troubles, melting the void of need in a strangers bed, creatively spilling paint on a canvas, dipping your mind into a constant daydreams ... for lydia, tonight it was Retrograde. conveniently enough it was placed across the street from her entire life. her work, her home. escapism was all at her fingertips within one small bubble. that bubble had been POPPED when violets being was sited. lydia almost thought the other woman was a mirage. yet these sightings were bound to happen when you both lived in the same vicinity. ...but FUCK ... the universe couldn’t populate this large city anymore ??
avoidance wasn’t what she truly wanted. hell, it was painful. ( even after ten years. ) the feeling of being strapped with a pack of dynamite was pulsing her chest rhythmically. did the woman just stay seated.. as if they were strangers in the night ? or would she summon some courage to confront violet ?? .... even though last time hadn’t gone so entirely ...well... whatever would happen, lydia was already consuming her second negrito. ouuf.
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