𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚
𝘛𝘶 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢
𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝘛𝘶 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰
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"I like our future."
"As do I."
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doesn't follow the storyline of any of the shows.
The French in here is...
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It wasn't the best day for Cordelia Evanson. She had just gotten fired from her long time job as a bartender. That was just a side job. She wanted to write and go places. But being unemployed doesn't help that situation.
All she wanted in life right then was to go him and cuddle with her future husband Ben. But walking into her apartment only made her day worse.
Walking in she heard sounds she never wanted to hear. She saw two naked bodies in her bed. She gasped loudly and walked out of the room.
A few seconds later Ben came out sweaty and guilt looking.
"What the hell is this?" She asked.
"You weren't supposed to be home until later." He said.
"Oh my bad. Here why don't I leave for a couple of hours so you can finish!"
"Delia please just hear me out." He tried to tell her.
"No why don't you get out." She wasn't mad. She was hurt. She didn't understand why this had to happen.
"What?"
"Yes you heard me. Leave."
"Baby please." He said looking shocked.
"Don't call me that. I want you out of here."
He sighed and walked back into the room. He was dressed now and had a girl by his side. She looked mad and he looked upset. He got as much as his stuff as he could and walked over to her on the couch.
"Don't." She said.
He didn't try again. He put his head down and walked out. Cordelia broke down crying. There's now way she can stay in here. This place was suffocating her. She had no job and no fiancé. Those were the only thing really keeping her here.
She looked around the apartment and cried even more. This place would kill her. She took off her jacket and grabbed her phone.
She was going to call her best friend Harper Flynn. She's known her, her whole life. She was basically family.
She rubbed the hibiscus tattoo that was on her left hand nervously. She always did that when she was anxious.
"Deedee! What's up?" Harper answered.
"J'ai besoin d'aide." 'I need help' She cries into the phone.
"What's wrong babe?" "Ben. C-cheated on me. I can't be in this apartment." She cried even harder.
"Come down here. I'll take care of you. We'll find you a place and everything okay?" She said.
"Merci Harper."
"Hey don't worry about it. I'll see you in a bit Okay?"
"Okay." She hung up.
She cried a little more before packing up her things. She wouldn't be coming back here for a long time.
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Any French in here was used by good translation so it might not be accurate. It's also not edited so there will be typos
