"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
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THAT MORNING, cassie had woken up the happiest she had for a while. art was sat up against the headboard, eyes looking over her face, almost as if he looked away he'd never see her again.
cassie rubbed her eyes, brushing her brown her hair out of her face as art smiled at her, rubbing circles on her shoulder. "morning." cassie spoke, her voice thick with sleep.
"morning, sleep okay?" art asked, (not that they slept much) cassie nodded in reply, stretching her arm out above her, sitting up against the pillows. "you?"
art nodded, truthfully, he'd never slept that calmly in about a year, he was terrified that when he woke up cassie would be gone, that she would've left him there, "yeah, really good actually." art smiled, leaning down against her, planting a kiss on her shoulder.
cassie scratched the back of his head, looking up at the ceiling. she wouldn't voice this out loud, but she hated herself right now, when she saw matthew with that 20 year old. she swore to herself that she would never do that, she would never cause anyone the pain that she felt, she'd never be the other woman.
but here she was, laid beside art donaldson, who was practically whining at her touch with their clothes piled on the floor beside them.
cassie laughed quietly to herself, "we're going to hell, aren't we?" art hummed in response, kissing the side of her neck, nipping at it lightly "definitely, but i don't care. being with you makes it worth it."
she sighed, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. "you're such an idiot."
"your idiot." he spoke quietly.
cassie sighed at that. "i wish." she spoke, leaning her head against the headboard, letting out a huff of air as she looked at the hotel ceiling. she meant it.
art furrowed his brows, his hand slowly rubbing the side of her waist. "don't do that." he spoke firmly.
"do what?"
"sit and wish for me. i'm here right now, aren't i?" he told her, running his fingers over her ribs.
cassie rubbed the bottom of his neck, eyes fixated on the ceiling "i just want you here always, art."
art squeezed her waist, "i want you just as much, nothing can change that." he told her.
the two sat in silence for a moment, art holding onto cassie like she'd turn to dust if he let go, and cassie blankly looking up.
"when i get back, i'm telling matt, about dahlia, everything."
art sat up, sitting beside her, he gently pushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear "how do you think he'll take it?"
