Chloe pulled out a knife bc she has one bc of existential crisis shit. She stabbed her cat continuesly w no remorse until he was nothing but a cat w stab marks. His blood gushing out of him like a waterfall I'm puking just writing abt it fr 🤢.
Her cat layed there dead, as dead as my will to live.
So she pulled a Joe Goldberg and took care of the body of her back stabbing cat w ease. Her mother and father dearest would never suspect a thing, unless they looked in the bin but oh well.
Regardless of the back stabbing of her German speaking cat she mourned him, but quickly got over that bc her bed matter more then anything.
She cleaned up her bed her glorious, gorgeous, gothic bed. Oh how she dreamed of sleeping in it, she knew all too well that the bed was comfy. Never in her wildest dreams would she imagine her life without her bed.
It made her sour and brutal to think of others having her bed. She'd ruin anyones life the way Jake Gyllenhaal ruined Taylor Swifts if they dared take her bed from her.
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Lol it's nearly 4 am haha. I've completely forgotten the plot but oh well, 💀❤️🥒
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the room between us <3
FanfictionFollow the thrilling love story between Chloe and her room. 💕💞💝💘💖💗💓
