Chapter 3: Our Story Was

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A/N: Okay, my finals reaching to an end :) Right now, I'm trying to figure out the kind of aesthetic I want to go for. It will come eventually.
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Update: 4/7/24 - I FINALLY MADE A MOODBOARD :)

Update: 4/7/24 - I FINALLY MADE A MOODBOARD :)

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Chapter 3: Our Story Was
Nevaeh

I've been having dreams for the last months. The same ones about what happened while I was still enrolled in Julliard. Last night was one of the vivid dreams I had. I didn't want to think too much about it. I found myself at a place I usually spend my time in. It usually makes bad thoughts go away. A coffee shop with a mini library within it.

The bittersweet coffee flavor stays on my tongue, swirling until the warm droplets become frigid. The sun shines brightly through the white linen drapes, illuminating my face. Even in these conditions, cold and warm were complementary.

I was listening to the entire album that was released recently, and I loved nearly all the tracks.
As I was gathering my things off the dark brown wooden table, I noticed that a person sat across from me. She had blonde hair, and blonde freckles that complemented it. The volume of my air-pods were low enough to make out the words she said. "Sinclair? Is that you?" She grinned, crossing her legs and arms as she sat more comfortably in the dark wooden seat. Emily Nash.

Her strawberry blond hair fell nicely over shoulders, where she swore a thin green cardigan over her body.

"In the flesh," I said, taking out my air pods, saying goodbye to Summer Walker and her impeccable album.

"Oh my god, it's been forever! How are you? How's your sister?"

"She's fine." I wasn't that close with Emily. She was closer with my sister which made me wonder why she'd ask me that. I was just thought of as her younger sister even though we shared the same friend group.

"We seriously miss you guys," she held the back of my hand. "I'm hosting a dinner party tonight, you should come through."

"I might have to pass," I said, slipping my hand away from her grasp. I put the rest of my things in my red purse that was hanging off the edge of my chair. "I got this thing—"

"Then cancel!" Very typical of Emily.

"I can't—" I lied. The only reason why I was kind of scared to go was because I had to face everyone after what happened. I was discomfited by the idea.
Emily usually tried everything in her power to convince people. But this time, she let it go, very easily. "Okay, let me know when and if you change your mind." She knew that me going wouldn't be the best idea.

Not much from our encounter happened aside from that. Emily went to get her coffee, and I was going to continue with my job hunt. As I was heading out the door, I got a text from my mother, and I knew I would get an earful when I got home.

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