anais n sage remind me of rue n jules
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Anais Jones
I was always doing some stupid shit. But this was by far the dumbest. Here I was with a stranger, on my way to her apartment, supposedly. And why did I go? Well because I felt like I had nothing to lose at this point.Plus it was really fucking cold and if I didn't get inside soon, I would probably die of hypothermia or some shit.
"Okay we are here!" Sage exclaimed, opening up her apartment door and letting me in first.
As soon as I stepped in, I was greeted with nothing but positive aromas. Candles, incense, sage of course. I was already feeling the vibe. Not to mention, shawty had her apartment decked out how I always wanted mine.
Plants everywhere, paintings, books, lights. She even had her own crystal table. I was in heaven. In love if you will.
"Wow." I gasped.
"What is it?" She asked setting her coat down.
I looked around some more, taking my coat off and revealing my sweater underneath. It was so warm and cozy in this bitch."It's really pretty in here. And it smells good too."
"Thank you. I was thinking about redecorating."
"Redecorating?! No leave it like this! This is a vibe." I nodded. "You live here with anybody?"
"No, No. Just me and my cat. She likes to hide." She shrugged, collapsing on her couch. Then she kicked her sneakers off.
"Come, sit."
I moved towards her, sitting down on the couch. Now we just stared at each other.
"Tell me. What's on your mind?" She sighed sitting Indian style.
"A lot. It's a long story."
"And I've got all day. Like I said, I could get you right. I'm like a witch." She smirked.
I inhaled a sharp breath. "A witch?"
"Not a literal witch. Just someone who knows how to take peoples pain away." She clarified.
I nodded my head. I thought I had another Milo or Luca case on my hands. I would've been OUT that motha fuckin door.
"Well are you gonna vent?" She asked. "I know you weren't crying for nothing."
Venting sounded nice right now. But to a complete stranger? I wasn't ready for that. But to be honest, I haven't vented in years. The last person I tried to vent to was my ex. And that obviously didn't turn out well. She left me, thinking I was crazy.
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General Fiction3 POV's Love triangle New location Same magic 🪄🔮✨ "...still wishin' that i was yo nigga." 🖤 i'm not good at the descriptions. y'all know this. skjskskskksk anyways enjoy. this is the last part to the "series" if you could even call it one.