Splatter [DIVERGENT]

four; deprivation

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T r i s
12:49PM
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"The color scheme should be sorta dark, don't you think?" She asks while stretching her arms above her head, the thin desk dividing us covered in papers in every direction. I honestly don't get how we went talking about an ad pitch to throwing papers in every direction. "Grey, white, black."

I nod simultaneously, an entire strand of my own ideas coming to mind. If you're going to advertise a company that is supposed to encourage youth to speak up about their own opinions creatively, why not use bright colours instead of dark shades?

Colleen bites her lip while standing up, her curly black hair with the blue tips is then pulled back into a tight ponytail. My entire body is tired and weak from the little sleep my body has been maintaining these past few days that I can barely function.

If there is anything that I want more in the world, it's to be able to hop into my bed and drift off. But I can't.

Our next pitch is in a few months and it needs to be perfect. Everything has to perfect.

"Anyways, when will you be free? Tomorrow night, hopefully," She mutters while grabbing the white shawl resting on the sofa and slinging it across her broad shoulders. Tomorrow night. . .

"Uh, yeah, I guess," I reply lazily, scratching the back of my neck while blinking repetitively to keep myself awake. "Just bring your board. We can design the ad tomorrow."

Colleen walks towards me and wraps around me briefly, and for those few seconds, I feel my breathing stop. With wide eyes, I slowly try to gravitate my body away from hers, the thought of her hugging me making me want to scream.

"Oh my, I-I'm so sorry," She repeats while standing up immediately after recognizing my discomfort, brushing her hands on her jeans, "dude, I didn't mean to make you weirded out or anything."

Trying to seem casual about it all, I shake my head while standing up, shrugging.

"No it's fine," I stammer, my heart beating quickly as my cheeks fill up with pure redness. "I just didn't expect you to hug me, that's all."

Smiling cheekily, Colleen slings her grey purse around her and her phone off the coffee table finds its way into her hand.

"Well, goodnight Tris. See you tomorrow," She whispers while strolling out the room, the sound of the door opening and closing quickly following.

Thank God.

Running a hand through my knotted hair, I pinch the bridge of my nose to keep myself awake. Three giant plastic cups lay on the sofa, each having been drained of their caffeine.

How am I supposed to be relaxed with all this work?

I don't even need to try and stress myself out to keep sane. There is honestly so much that needs to be done that I can't fathom how crammed my schedule is.

I hope that tomorrow I'm able to not be overwhelmed.

I hope that tomorrow I can relax.

I hope–I hope that tomorrow. . . .

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8:23AM

"–so, yeah, I guess," I stir gently against the cushions of the sofa as the sound of my voicemail continues, "see you at 2:30."