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✹ ➶ 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 °•⁀➷ ﹏﹏ [调情] ꒦꒷

✹ ➶ 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 °•⁀➷  ﹏﹏ [调情] ꒦꒷

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The days that followed felt like absolute shit for Blake. Everything felt like it was weighing her down. By everything, she meant Lando.

The succeeding days in Monaco were spent either with Arthur, sometimes Charles as well. Or would be spent lazing around in her bed dreading to even get up knowing she wouldnt most likely see Lando round the corner seeing as Monaco was such a small place. Everyone knew each other.

Blake was snapped out from her thoughts as her phone pinged. She checked the phone almost immediately. If she were lying, she'd say she thought it was from anyone Lando and that's why she picked up her phone so fast.

Wanna take a walk on the beach?

The notification read. The girl read it over and over. She was quite lazy, but at the same she didn't want to leave Arthur hanging. She typed a quick 'alright, see you then' as she pulled herself off her bed and quickly threw a hoodie over her head and jogging pants.

As the pair walked by the shore, the moon casted a soft glow along the ocean, while the distance sounds of music and laughter blended with the soft whispers of the crashing waves.

Blake was reminded of just a few days ago when she had walked along reminiscing on the past. The past that included an unbothered relationship between herself and Lando.

She shook her head ridding herself of those thoughts as she focused on being with Arthur. She didn't want him to feel as if she was a lost cause over one person.

"You okay, Blake?" Arthur asks the girl worriedly as he noticed her previous focused expression which was quite unreadable, but Arthur knew better. He knew her mind was most probably going a thousand kilometers per second.

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