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27/04/2021

GRADUATION BROUGHT SOMETHING new out of Vienna's scratched and beating soul. She left as soon as it came, her mortarboard flying into the air behind her as she ran towards the airport. Her mother didn't mind. Her father wasn't there to care. Her friends all followed after her.

Her desperation had moved on from Reagan Smith as the plane had crossed the ocean. The only reason it had passed from a boy to a city was because he was sitting next to her, their hands intertwined in his lap. Their devices synced up as a donkey danced across their screens. She had him. That was enough.

Maybe it was London that changed her. Maybe it was the old buildings, crumbling at the walls. Maybe it was the excitement of a new chapter with the same people. Maybe it was Wren, who bumped into a girl on the sidewalk at her dream university and practically dropped to her knees. Her name was Billie. She was one of the coolest people Vienna had ever met.

Months later and they remained lost in a daydream. Vienna drummed her fingers against her forearm as she fell on Billie's bed. Her head landed in Reagan's lap, who glanced down at her with a smile while his hand gravitated towards her hair. Wren and Billie conversed in the background, Wren's arm slung over Billie's shoulder as she sat in her lap.

"You need to relax," Billie laughed as she swivelled her desk chair around. Wren tightened her grip on her girlfriend's shoulder.

Vienna closed her eyes when Reagan's fingers began brushing through her soft curls. "I can't relax! Applications are opening tomorrow, I don't know if I'm prepared or not," she rambled through a spiral.

Vienna rolled her head in Reagan's lap so she could look at the women. She frowned at the sight of Wren's wide eyes.

"Wren, you'll be fine. You're, like, the smartest person I know," she murmured with a promising smile. "If anyone can get into this place, it's you."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐍; oscar piastriWhere stories live. Discover now