❝𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺?❞
"just let me love you, all of you. everything that you come with, i'll love you regardless."
after having her trust crushed into...
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The room gleamed with overflowing sunlight, an embrace of seasonal warmth swallowed my body as I felt strangely motivated to get out of bed.
I decided to brush off the memories of last night, though the pain was still tormenting, but the best thing I could do for myself was to conceal it. What's new?
Despite the peculiar urge to get out of bed I felt this morning, my feet didn't want to move and I wanted to stay locked in my room.
But I promised Felix.
But I could always cancel.
But the project.
We could schedule it to some other time.
But Felix.
"Agh curse my indecisiveness!"
Mentally facepalming, I picked out a casual, yet comfortable layered sweater to wear with leggings. I grabbed the supplies needed and slowly walked down the stairs, trying my best not to make noise.
There wasn't even a hint of food being prepared. No sweet aroma of pancakes that usually surround my nose, not a single sound of dishes clanking from being washed, there was nothing. It was dead silent.
A sigh escaped my lips, but what did I even expect? My mom smiling and humming to her favorite song as she prepared breakfast, trying to apologize for the mess she made yesterday? Not even in my dreams.
She was way too drunk, how could I even expect breakfast? With my chest still feeling suffocated, I grabbed the keys and left the house.
Every step I took felt forced, my pace slowing down as I feel my stomach crying from hunger, rumbling softly.
Just breathe Hailee, breathe. Calm your nerves.
After what seemed like an agonizing eternity, I stepped into the café with ringing bells above the door welcoming my presence. I turned my head over and the first scene that's cast upon me immediately is a couple with their faces smashed into each other.
I tried my best not to showcase the cringe clearly visible on my face, but I could sense that I was terrible at hiding it.
Looking over, I recognize a freckled boy with blonde locks, a large bag planted by his side and his eyes immersed into the scene beyond the window next to him.
