Grace's dream was a career in the fashion industry. But while she's finally pursuing that dream, her personal life remains a nightmare. Will she be able to escape an abusive relationship? And will she be able to find happiness and maybe true love?
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I don't normally check messages I get on my posts but Grace is busy working and I'm bored. Also, I posted a photo of her and I always get worried people will say bad things about her so I'm ready to report and block. But...it's positive. A lot of people saying how pretty Grace is. Yeah, I noticed that. Some people asking where her clothes are from. I'll have to ask that, guys. And then...
"Grace?"
"Yeah?", she mumbles, pencil in her mouth while she types on her laptop.
"What's a simp?"
"What?"
"Did I say it right? It's s-i-...".
"Yes, Rúben. You said it right but why are you asking that?"
"Someone called me that when I posted you on my stories and I wanted to know if it was an insult".
She tries not to laugh but ends up failing. "You are adorable. It's like being obsessed with someone. So you know, you post a lot about me, and you're a simp".
"For you?", she nods. "Well, I'm pretty obsessed. That's right".
She giggles and goes back to her work. "People want to know where you're clothes are from, by the way?"
"Did you post a photo of me sitting here?", she panics and gets her phone to check the story.
"No. It's a photo from yesterday. But you look perfect now so it wouldn't be a bad photo, you know?"
"My hair is messy and this is an old shirt...".
"You look perfect", I tell her, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her. "Should I make you another drink?"
"Go on, my favourite simp".
Luna follows me to the kitchen and I pick her up after I put the kettle on.
"Luni, do you want to play while your mummy ignores me?"
She purrs and I take that as a yes. So I put her down to quickly pick up the mug and the teabag to get Grace's tea ready.
"I thought I saw a ball here...Luna! What did you do?"
"What did she do?", I hear Grace ask from the living room.
"I bought her a ball the other day. The yellow one that's like a...how do you call the thing where the wool thread is for knitting?"
"Ehh...a ball of wool?"
She doesn't seem too sure but that seems to work. "Yeah, that. I'm learning so many words today", I hear her chuckle. "It looked like that but she now took the wool out of it and it's destroyed".
"We could get her a new one".
"I'll get 20 so we can replace them every two days. You naughty cat!"
The tea is now ready and I take the mug to Grace.
"Thank you, my love".
"I'm going to play with Luna, ok? We won't make too much noise".
"I've heard that lie before. But it's fine. I can work with background noise".
Luna and I pick up a couple of toys and start to play. She loves it when I count to three and throw the toy in the air. She jumps to try and catch it and I wonder if goalkeepers got their inspiration from seeing cats do this.
Because she gets bored of any game quickly, we then change to me running around her. She stops often to look back and make sure I'm still following her. And when I catch her, I sit down on the floor and scratch her belly until she doesn't want her belly to be scratched anymore.
Then it's photo time. I know Grace has more photos and videos than I do but...my gallery is also full of Luna. And I decide to post a video of her playing with one of the mouse toys by herself. It gets a lot of good reactions immediately.
"So you're a simp for her too, huh?", asks Grace and I look up to see her staring at us from the door.
"For the both of you, Grace. I swear you can stop being jealous of the cat".
