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norman fucking rockwell ; lana del rey↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺1:18──ㅇ───── 4:08

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norman fucking rockwell ; lana del rey
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺
1:18──ㅇ───── 4:08

" cause you're just a man, it's just what you do,
your head in your hands as you color me blue"

" cause you're just a man, it's just what you do,your head in your hands as you color me blue"

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january 25th, 2023 ; 1:34am

The girl on Hassan's lap pulled his face toward her, her fingers brushing his cheek with an intimacy he wasn't feeling. As much as he wanted to break away, to walk outside and find Celine, he knew he shouldn't. He convinced himself it was easier this way. He reminded himself that he'd only end up causing her more pain, a reminder he couldn't shake. So he forced himself to engage, allowing the girl's laughter and playful banter to distract him. He didn't even know her name; she was just a fleeting moment in his night, but the warmth of her body kept him anchored, even as his heart tugged toward the door where Celine had vanished.

Meanwhile, Celine sat on the cold bench, her fingers nervously picking at the skin around her nails, a habit she thought she had long outgrown. What was I thinking? she berated herself. It wasn't just that he had walked away; it was the flicker of something unspoken in his eyes, the way he seemed torn between saying something profound and sealing his lips shut. They were always on the verge of something, but it never seemed to fully materialize. Why did she let herself believe he had changed? Why did she keep clinging to these feelings?

She sighed, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her, the buzz of the alcohol making everything feel heavier. Just then, the door creaked open, the noise from the party spilling out for a brief moment before the door clicked shut again. For a fleeting moment, her heart raced, the foolish hope igniting within her—maybe Hassan had followed her, maybe he was coming to fix things. But when she turned around, it wasn't him.

"Ahí estás, te estaba buscando," [There you are, I've been looking for you] Natanael's voice broke through her thoughts. He descended the stairs quickly, his usual playful demeanor softening when he saw her sitting alone. He immediately sensed something was off.

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