𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 [peso pluma]

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extssy model ; junior h

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" y yo viendo tu rostro me entraron recuerdos,
qué casualidad, te veo por acá
juré que jamás volvería a pensarte"

tw; domestic violence/abuse
june 23rd, 2023 ; 11:36am

Celine stared at her phone, her vision still blurry from the tears. The screen glowed in the dim light of the room, and Julian's name blinked at her, demanding her attention. Her fingers hesitated before she swiped the screen, revealing the message.

julian🤍
Hey babe, just thinking about you
Miss you already, call me when you're up.

Her heart twisted. Normally, his messages would make her smile, fill her with warmth. But now, there was an edge to them—a sharpness that gnawed at her insides. The words felt different after the conversation with her friends. What was once sweet now felt suffocating.

She wiped at her face, trying to compose herself. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of how to respond. She didn't want him to know she had spent the morning crying, but she also wasn't ready to confront him about the things her friends had told her. Not yet.

hii im just waking up. i'll call you later tho

She hit send and immediately locked her phone, not wanting to see his reply. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood up, her legs wobbly from sitting on the floor for so long. She needed a moment, a breath, a distraction. Something to pull her away from the weight pressing down on her.

Her house felt eerily quiet now that Brenda and Fiona were gone. The mess from last night still scattered around the living room—the empty wine glasses, the crumpled blankets. Celine stepped into the shower; needing to clear her mind. The more she tried to push away the thoughts of Julian, the stronger they clung to her.

She couldn't ignore it forever. She had to talk to him. But how?

As she got out of the shower, drying herself off, her phone buzzed from the counter, startling her. She glanced at the screen—it was Julian, calling.