Summer did not come to work nor went to places she would usually go for weeks. Tons of unread messages in her phone. Half of them were from Benedict and half of them were probably her boss firing her, which would be very fine to her. She didn't even like her job anymore. Summer was very sick of those models looking like some kind of bitchy trampolines and those models would even ask her to send them the picture through e-mail, then the day after that she will see them showing off their picture with a fucking hipster quote.
Summer just have a lot in mind. She buried her head into her pillow, if tears have smell, her pillow would be it.
Her doorbell rang a couple of times that it made her come to senses. She walked over her cold floor and took a peek at her window.
Benedict was standing there with his new jet-black hair. Summer started to wonder how long has it been since they saw each other. Another set of rings were made. She walked away from the window and leaned on the wall. She kept thinking what would happen if she let Benedict in. The thought was unbearable she decided to open the door.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is short. We actually have no classes today so I'll probably post the next chapter later. Uhh :---)
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Fiery Pages (Benedict Cumberbatch)
FanfictionSummer, the aspiring author wants an inspiration for her book. What book will she write after meeting Benedict Cumberbatch? Cover by: storylinends
