Assonance

Lacuna

lacuna
/ləˈkjuːnə/
noun
1. an unfilled space; a gap.
2. ANATOMY
     a cavity or depression, especially in bone.

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"So it goes without saying, that I'm hooked on you
And by now, I'm out of mind, with this self abuse
I guess I should have looked out for myself
I guess that I could have found someone else
But I never met anyone,
Who's loving made me so damn crazy

Everything little thing that you do,
Every single word you say,
Every time you're looking away
You got begging for more of you, more of you"
-More of You, MoZella

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"HEY." 

I switched off the stream of water leaving the cooler, twisting the cap on my bottle before turning around and seeing my friend Addison leaning against it casually; one leg on the other and arms crossed with the familiar half smile of his painted on his face. It was a miracle in itself that he looked laid back at 11AM, and it was definitely a contrast from my tense, stressed self. His tie hung somewhat loose and slightly crooked, an indication that he had woke up late this morning and came in a rush, and light stubble lined his jaw, making him appear more rugged in combination with his darker features.

"Hey, your break time already? I swear I saw you here less than half an hour ago. You sure you're not trying " I joked. He laughed, and I smiled back. I may have been joking around, but I was happy he was here. I had been working for two hours straight, filing portfolio's and resorting data, along with creating a twenty-seven page presentation that was due at the end of the day. Maria, my boss, had been grilling me about this proposal for weeks, saying that Elude coming to our company to get their store jumpstarted was a gift as it had potential to become something big. Profit seemed to be the goal here, and the only thing Maria cared about besides that was the potential to get profit. Me being marketing manager meant that she heavily relied on me to sell our company to others as the best option out there. Presentations and proposals were part of the daily work, thrown at me from left to right as our company continues to grow. Don't get me wrong, I loved my job, but at times like this, where my vision was blurred from staring at a screen for an excessive amount of time and my spine ached from my cheap chair, I wished for nothing more than to be sleeping at home with my dog, Roger.

"You know I'm just here for you, Hayley." He said with a wink, and I couldn't help but chuckle and feel the stress within me calm slightly. After working together for two years, I couldn't help but find it easy to slip back into this easy going friendship we had during  breaks. It had started in my second week at Sterling when I was (attempting) to change the water bottle in the cooler, but without much success. Addison, ever the knight in shining armour, came to help when I spilled the new bottle all over the kitchen's floor and we mopped it together while joking about sleepy Bob in IT and discussing our fellow soulmates: our dogs. 

"Funny. How's your work going?" I asked, taking a generous sip of my water. I tilted my head to the side, taking pleasure in hearing a satisfying crack.

"Not much going on, just pushing papers. Jack keeps distracting me, though. You have no idea what it's like to have a cubicle right next to him... being able to listen to everything he's watching on youtube. You don't even want to know." Addison said with a face.

I grimaced. Jack was a middle aged greasy man that landed his job only because he had prior experience. He was definitely out of place, surrounded with people in their young twenties like Addison. But, apparently, he didn't do much 'work' even though he's done things like this before. It made me curious as to how he even got this job.