"A hundred days..."
"And you can't take it back".
♤
When Y/N decides it's time for a change of scenery, she/he/they head/s to the luminescent London to chase her/his/their dreams.
However, without a plan, how can anything go to one?
And while Y/N...
It was later than you'd realised when you finally threw your keys onto the island of your flat's kitchen.
After drawing the blinds you flipped every light switch and turned on every lamp so that the apartment radiated warm, yellow light.
Grabbing some cold pizza/Chinese from the other night, you flopped down into your armchair, putting your feet up as you idly reached for the telly remote and turned on to see that the BBC was rerunning (your favourite TV programme) that evening.
With a smile, you began to eat, humming the theme tune to (your favourite TV programme) to yourself.
Your phone pinged and you glared at it. Nobody and nothingever interrupted (your favourite TV programme). Even back at home, that was the simple luxury your family allowed you— absolutley no disturbances would befall you during (your favourite TV programme), or, a misfortune would befall the disturber.
But it could be my boss.
And so you checked the notification.
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You smirked. Who did this person think they were?
You replied.
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... They were typing. ...
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