𝟎𝟐𝟗. slipping away

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CHAPTER 029 - ╰┈➤ ' slipping away ' ೃ⁀➷  「 real life 」(TW violence)

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CHAPTER 029 -
╰┈➤ ' slipping away ' ೃ⁀➷
「 real life 」
(TW violence)

CHAPTER 029 - ╰┈➤ ' slipping away ' ೃ⁀➷  「 real life 」(TW violence)

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─ real life ☼

"WOW, HE'S BEEN REALLY OVERPROTECTIVE, HUH?" hope giggled as she playfully nudged vivienne, who stood beside her, absentmindedly fiddling with the pendant of her necklace

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"WOW, HE'S BEEN REALLY OVERPROTECTIVE, HUH?" hope giggled as she playfully nudged vivienne, who stood beside her, absentmindedly fiddling with the pendant of her necklace.

vivienne shrugged and let the pendant fall back against her neck. "i guess so, but i think it's just because of kai," she replied.

hope let out a playful sigh, and a laugh escaped her lips, earning a confused expression from vivienne. "i don't think that's the only reason, viv," she pointed out.

rolling her eyes, vivienne began to walk away from her, a small smile playing on her lips, which she tried to conceal. "hope, i'm not listening to you try and convince me that matt sturniolo is in love with me," she called out.

"i think it's insane that you even need convincing," hope admitted as she trailed behind her, "that man looks at you like he'd do anything for you."

as vivienne stifles a laugh at hope's overanalysing, she's about to playfully chide her when she opens the front door and is met with matt himself. her gaze lingers on him, trying to be subtle but finding it difficult when he looks so captivating. his tousled hair partially obscures his eyes, but she can still feel the intensity of his gaze as he stands there in a pristine white shirt, not a single blemish marring it, and a silver chain hanging from his neck.

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