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🥘 eighteen. we cry together .⊹ °ʚ☆ɞ°.⭒₊
People mindlessly walked by on the sidewalk, carrying their suitcases as they made their way back to work after their short lived lunch and classy dressed assistants hurried down the concrete sidewalk to get their bosses some sort of healthy lunch like a salad or something. It was still early in the afternoon, causing the sun to glower down on the city, and the windows of different high rise buildings flowed off the sunlight. The cosmetology building was crowded as students poured out of the lobby, talking mindlessly amongst each other, and they broke out into groups; some of them left in pairs, threes, and others left by themselves. Their bags and equipment swung back and forth as they walked.
A hiss of an inhaler nearby filled the air, the stench from the green dumpsters stationed between the alleyway was foul. Another shake of the inhaler and it hissed again, but it was enough.
Her lips wrapped around the plastic, turquoise inhaler which left a red rimmed circle against it and Odessa panted softly as she bent over to try to calm herself.
Three weeks.
Three weeks and her phone didn't ring, no knocks on her front door, no begging on knees. Nothing because she was just left alone and she had never felt this way since she was a child. God, what could she do? She couldn't just get on her knees and beg Carmy to come back after all this time. He called it bullshit, a waste of time, nothing.
Odessa had to pretend it didn't hurt and she pretended that Carmy Berzatto didn't exist because everything left behind of him was gone. Wiped out of her apartment in trash bags by her front door and gone by the next morning.
It sucked, especially deleting those playlists off of her Spotify account.
Her phone buzzed with a text from Sydney, signaling her arrival from the bus stop, and Odessa quickly sprayed her perfume on her person before she began looking around for Sydney. She tucked her turquoise inhaler into the pocket of her oversized sweater and she smiled softly at seeing the other brunette. "Hey." Odessa greeted Sydney with a slight smile and the two shared a brief yet awkward hug.
"We, uh, we miss you." said Sydney, awkwardly squeezing Odessa's arm in an effort to ease or comfort her. "Especially Marcus. He says thank you for the pink mixing machine."
There was a moment of awkward silence as Odessa cleared her throat and Sydney fiddled with her sweater. "He hasn't called you—"
"I-I really don't wanna talk about it."
"Okay, okay. Let's-let's just get some brunch instead. There's this place I like."
