"even when i couldn't have you, i've always yearned for you."
𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 priorities straight,
her future planned out.
until it all changed.
until she changed it.
all for art.
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stqargirl. 2024
started: june 28th
finished:
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CASSIE WAS IN THE HOTELS GYM with patrick. patrick laid on a black mat, his hair sticking to his forehead. she was holding patrick's ankles as he did sit ups, tapping the bone on his ankle lightly. her brows furrowing, "right, so, you and tashi are?" she spoke, eyes slightly widened.
"i don't know. she pulled me aside yesterday after i had that date with the tinder woman." he spoke, his speech slightly off due to him puffing out air from the exercise.
cassie furrowed her brows, "yeah?"
patrick leant back on his palms, "she wants to talk with me tonight." patrick spoke, letting out a huff of air as he said so, averting cassies eyes.
"what?" she half yelped, patrick glaring at her, "sorry, but— what?" she asked again, sitting cross legged in front of Patrick, placing her hands in a basket on her lap.
he sighed, "i mean, i'm going."
"she's married," the brunette woman spoke. "and? she didn't invite me to fuck her cass, she asked to talk."
"okay," she nodded, "but knowing you, you will." cassie spoke.
patrick smirked at her, sitting up and sarcastically speaking, "awh, you know me too well."
cassie shoved his shoulder lightly, "shut up patrick." he tilted his head at her, narrowing his eyes. "uh huh, so the whole time you've been staying here, nothings happened with art?"
cassie shook her head, relying with a quick "fuck off."
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Patrick had called Cassie before he left to meet tashi, he was in his car, outside the hotel and he had told tashi to come and meet him. cassie, obviously tried telling Patrick he could always cancel, but he assured her, despite how he normally is he wouldn't try anything with her, so cassie had just told him to call her after they were done 'talking'.
cassie sat downstairs in the hotels lobby, scrolling mindlessly through her phone. she'd been there this week more than she'd been in her hotel room. she couldn't sleep in that hotel for some reason, she didn't know why. maybe it was the fact her father kept asking about her husband, still going on about the fact that she should've never 'threw her tennis career away'. but tonight, she knew she couldn't sleep because of the raging storm outside.
she rubbed her eyes, the time in the corner of her phone reading 3:30am. she let out a small sigh, refreshing her notifications to check of any word from Patrick. she looked out the large window that sat in front of the lobby, a tall, thin one which gave her a clear view of the darkness that fell outside, the only light being the small crescent moon and the dim orange lighting from inside the hotel.
