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phinadeluca :

A light bulb went off in her head. The voice was right. That was the name floating on the envelope. “Ah, here you go, Astrid,” She smoothly let out, handing her the piece of mail. “Sometimes, I think these mailmen get so lazy, I mean, how hard is it to assign the number plastered on a piece of a paper to a box,” She chuckled, looking back at the girl. She was dressed all cozy in robe and something that was rarely seen at this hour. “Is it a stay home kind of day?” She asked, not trying to be too nosy as it was just a simple question anyone could ask, really. Crap. Manners, Phi. “I’m afraid we’ve haven’t met. I’m Seraphina DeLuca, but um, call me, Sera or Phina, either or, honestly,” She didn’t really need the babble but that was just her itch for things. She loved to talk and just her name alone, it was quite the conversation mixer.  

astrid happily took the mail, smiling. “Thank you.” she thanked through her words, raising her eyebrows, nodding a little as she listened. “ I guess. “ She told her, half agreeing, but not really. “not everyone can be perfect, so if they made a mistake, it can’t totally be their fault. everyone’s human anyway.” astrid added in her thoughts, knowing there are always two sides of a story. “i mess up on a lot of trivial things.” she added, then looking down at her clothing before looking back at the girl.” oh, yeah .. maybe i shouldn’t have come down in a robe. i must look so lazy to you !! “ astrid laughed at herself, shrugging though smiling at the girl. “Nice to meet you, Sera. I’m Astrid, as you already know. “

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“I think it’s quite the opposite! The fact that you were able to have fun and do whatever without getting fired is a fucking blessing. Lord knows, I’d be kicked to the curb if I tried to pull that shit at work.”

” well the fact that he knows my dad helps me out a lot. where do you work ? “

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Once he heard the voice, he knew exactly who he had managed to run into. The chick from before his sobriety, before his life was degraded to the monotone it was now. Back when he was the party, back when people would pay to just be graced by his presence. Not anymore. Now he was reduced to a man walking down the street to a stupid liquor shop just to buy some fucking cigarettes. What a fucking loser he had become. “Hey,” he said dumbly, “Ashley?” He questioned, suddenly feeling more ridiculous for not remembering the female’s name. It wasn’t an easy thing to remember, the exact details from his past, because it wasn’t like he was sober during it. “When did you come here?” There was the slight paranoia that she was a mole, sent to find it by the dickheads in his old band to see how he was doing. Like they cared when they moved on without him. He didn’t want their excuses as he promptly tossed his phone into a lake and went out to buy a new one. Occasionally he got letters, but he never opened them.

her brows furrowed when hearing what he thought her name was, which she couldn’t blame him since her name wasn’t common, but it still was kind of like an ugh feeing. “ Astrid. “ she corrected, accepting she couldn’t blame him with the amount of groupies she has witnessed surrounding him before. “ a few days ago. i went to high school here, and for family reasons. “ she answered with a shrug of her shoulders, not seeing the big deal in it. “unless you meant here as in this spot, then i was just walking around. don’t worry, i’m not stalking you, it only felt like that last time because i got paid to take photos of you. “ astrid had assured, though she never understood the whole falling for some celebrity thing.

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❛ depressing? no. goals? yes. don’t get me wrong, i love my job, but i’d hardly mind a day spent making some cute kids happy with makeshift and arts & crafts.  ❜ 

” im not supposed to. i work with a dentist who’s an old crab but he likes me for the fact that im good with the clients. i guess i shouldn’t have used my lunch for arts and crafts time. “

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ofemmaline :

—”Sadly,” Emmaline let out a small sigh seeing the familiar brunette headed her way. Looking towards her door and back to Astrid she have a sad smile, “How much shit do you think the landlord would give me if I tried to lock pick it, or worse break down the door?” she asked sadly a chuckle coming from her lips. Her exhausted was heightened by this stupid situation, she knew her bed was just a few feet away but she was unable to get it it, “Think he’d kick me out?” another small laugh coming from her.

” a lot, highly a lot, and i could help you pick it to open it ... but i suggest not trying to get kicked out. “ astrid suggested with a fake pout. “ how about you come over to my place until the landlord gets home and lets you in ? “ she added, hoping it would help.

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rowancon :

being a barista was just something to hold her over until she could really get into fashion ▬ at least, that’s what rowan told herself. each day she worked another shift at the coffee shop, the more she hated it. however, purposely spelling peoples name wrong DID keep her entertained throughout the day. as it was getting later, the shop got quieter and she was keeping herself busy with cleaning. she only had five minutes left and sure, she heard the door open, but didn’t bother to bring attention to the person who walked in. she only had five minutes left, so what was the point? after it had dialed down to three minutes, she eventually spoke “what can i get you?” with her eyes still staying glued to the machine she was cleaning out. 

” hot chocolate with a shot of expresso and caramel syrup. “ astrid had answered when it was her turn in the lineup to order. “ long day at work ? “ she asked, making an effort at a small conversation. it sucked working any kind of job, with people it must’ve been worse, so she tried to lighten it out.

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❛ i’ve honestly been so busy with meeting my deadline that i haven’t even had any time for myself, ❜ marnie disussed over the phone, placing her empty wine glass on the bar top before her. the dark haired beauty licked at her lips, sighing as she took a seat. ❛ yeah, dad, i understand. i know, i know…but please don’t be disappointed. i’ll try my best to make it for thankgiving, but i can’t make any promises is all. mhm. okay, well tell her hello for me, will you? love you too. ❜  as she hung up the call with her father, marnie grumbled beneath her breath, quick to rub the pads of forefingers against her temple.  ❛ parents are physically exhausting, aren’t they? ❜  she spoke, loud enough for other patrons to hear as the bartender neared, ❛ i’ll take a gin. and i beg…don’t forget to make it a double. ❜

astrid walked over to the bar leaning over it when she couldn’t help but overhear the conversation, grinning to herself over how real it sounded, relatable even. “ oh, i know. it’s been pretty hard to get rid of them. “ astrid agreed, looking over at the bartender. “ one for me too please. “ she asked, sitting on the stool. “ is that why you’re drinking, because of your parents ? “

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WITH HER HAND FIRMLY GRASPING HER SISTER’S, REESE SMILED DOWN AT THE toddler as they walked inside the small candy shop on the outskirt of town; a small bell tied to the door signalling their presence as she pushed it open. the brunette had promised her three year old sister that she’d get a treat after dinner if she finished picking up her toys and the toddler had happily did it without saying a single word. getting on one knee as she unbuttoned darcy’s jacket, she gave her a small kiss on the forehead before sending her a smile. ‘alright, monkey. pick one thing and then we’ll go back home, okay?’ the little girl nodded, clapping her hands happily before she sprinted towards the candy jars up front. reese never took her eyes off her, fearing that if she did, she’d disappear forever; it was a constant fear she’d had the moment she first held her after signing the adoption papers. grabbing herself a small pack of twizzlers, she turned around for a second and when she looked back, darcy was gone. ‘darc?’ she spoke up, knowing she didn’t go outside or else the bell tied to the door would have rang, yet she didn’t like not being able to see her. walking towards where she was last, she turned the corner and let out a breath of relief when she finally saw her talking to someone animatedly; her little arms moving with her words.  ‘sorry about that,’ she blushed in embarrassment before grabbing her sister’s hand. ‘i swear, she could be an escape artist.’

it was that time of the month where astrid was filled with cravings that literally felt were eating up inside her, she needed her fix --- and this month it was candy, chocolate, sugary, anything. The candy store was cute, and she felt no guilt when grabbing a basket, tossing in whatever looked good for a movie night. “ maybe three different chocolate bars is a little too much ... “ she thought aloud to herself, looking over to notice a smaller person needing help getting something in particular, smiling, astrid was happy to help, kneeling over to hand it to the little girl, laughing and enjoying the moment to notice she was a talker. Astrid had looked over when the little girl walked to someone else. “it’s alright, i don’t mind, as long as she wasn’t lost.” astrid responded, amused at the thought of the little girl being anything other than a child. “ well you know, kids are usually known as the most sneaky. “

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andydonovan :

admittedly, it was an odd sight. andromeda, tarot cards spread on the counter in front of her, muttering to nobody in particular. the bookstore was vacant (at least, to her knowledge it was) and she was due off soon, and if it didn’t mean losing money and possibly getting fired, she might close up early. but, alas, it meant all of that and possibly more. not that she cared, though, right? after all, she’d closed up shop hours early before, typically with some bullshit excuse that allowed her to get away with it (her boss seemed to be an absolute buffoon). but the cards - the cards, dammit - they had hinted at something… unusual happening today. possibly something bad. it had caused andy to be on edge all day, and she didn’t like the feeling. not one bit. 

hence the spread in front of her. she wanted the deck to be more specific, if possible. however, she was receiving no answers. i have the universe on speed dial and this is how she treats me? despicable. she’s so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t even register that someone has opened the doors to the shop, and it’s not until she hears footsteps - and nearly jumps out of her damn skin, thank you very much - that she realizes she’s no longer alone.

it seemed to be a nice time of day to walk into a bookstore, peaceful even with how quiet the spaces usually are in comparison to a clothing store. astrid allowed her fingers to brush against the back of the books on the shelves when walking down each aisle, swiftly reading the titles. “ excuse me ? “ she asked aloud when spotting a girl behind the counter. “uh .... excuse me ? “ she tried again trying to get her attention, then seeing the other jump. “ oh, im sorry ! i was just wondering if you had a book. “

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” is it depressing that the best part of my day was using squished berries as purple paint and making a cute drawing. my boss didn’t think it was cool but the little kids in the waiting room loved messing around with me. quite surprised i haven’t been fired yet. “

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phinadeluca :

God, how did I get this unfit? The deep brown eyes thought as she put her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath after that last run. Headphones out of her ear, she decided to take a moment to just relax. This wasn’t a marathon. She didn’t need to go super hardcore at her time. Composing herself, she gathered her two fingers as it landed on the blood vessels on her wrist. Calculating her pulse in her head, she just shook her head with a small chuckle. Add a mental note to keep up with the jogging paces. Walking over to the apartment complex’s mailbox in a sweaty manner, the petite girl took out her small key, inserted into her assigned box and began digging through the mail, that was soon piling up in her hand. Maybe she should check her box more than once a week. Stumbling upon the countless envelopes, addressed to her, she finally encountered something off about the stack.  

“That’s a third time, this week,” Somehow, someone else’s mail got misplaced in her box. Did the mailman have a party with the deliveries and just throw it into any slot? Probably. “No, that wouldn’t be an accident, if it happened three times,” As minutes passed, she heard footsteps and her eyes fluttered to the figure. “Would this happen to be yours?” She waved the tiny item in her hand, holding a small smile. 

it had been awhile since astrid slept in, usually her days consisted of long days, whether they were productive or not, so she decided on a sick day, staying in her warm pyjamas until later that day. Stretching, getting up and throwing on her robe, she decided to make her way downstairs to check if she had gotten mail that day. her sleepy eyes stung, astrid rubbing them with her palm while the other kept the robe into place. She looked in her mail box, her face screwing slightly as she saw nothing. “ what? “ she called out, looking over at the person next to her, not even realizing. “ if it says astrid fuentes, it’s mine. “ she responded. “ if not, then i’m sorry ! “

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It was late and Ryland managed to smoke the last pack of cigarettes he had bought two days prior. The need for nicotine was causing him to get fidgety, because if he didn’t have something to anchor himself to he would only drift off into the blissfulness of his past vices. The night settled nicely, a gentle breeze cutting through the alleyways and onto his slightly dampened skin. The only problem was the party-goers stumbling down the streets around him, the alcohol that clung to them a taunting presence. He needed to break away from it all, to just go to the corner store so that he could buy another carton of cigarettes. There was a pull he felt to the pulsing music, but he refused, staring ahead of him and ignoring the want deep in his chest. Ryland wasn’t anything without partying, he lost his touch when there wasn’t alcohol or some sort of psychedelic in his system.

He almost didn’t register when he bumped into a person, almost didn’t catch his footing properly when he stumbled back. Eyes glanced toward the other and he didn’t bother to smile. “Sorry, my bad,” he mumbled, hoping that the halfhearted apology was enough. Ryland almost always managed to find trouble, stone cold sober or not. At least with alcohol it was funnier.

it didn’t seem like there was a proper time to be creative as of late, maybe it was the setting she put herself in lately, or nothing had inspired her. earlier that night astrid was sitting at home in her creative stump until the clock hit a late hour and she decided what the hell, grabbing her camera, a jacket and setting out into the floridian night. there was something about the nightlife she enjoyed, maybe it was over the lights that made the photo’s come out with natural contrast or how dangerous it felt to try and discover what would be lurking about --- in a not so scary way. 

astrid’s eyes were fixated on the photo previews on her camera, scanning quickly over the photos she had already taken, unbothered by the noise, the drunken state of crowds. the girl’s heart stopped when her body suddenly collided with someone else, thankful the cameras strap was around her neck. “oh my god -- ! “ she let out, shocked, eyes blinking before looking up. “it’s fine -- oh, hey, it’s you. “ she remarked, recognizing Ryland.

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ofemmaline :

—Stumblng up the steps to the complex Emma could feel the exhaustion from a day full of class and a night shift. As she got to the door she felt around her pockets for her keys, not finding them she pulled her backpack around pushing random papers and books out of the way searching for them. “Just my fucking luck,” she grumbled to herself as she came up empty. Looking up she debated whether to try and lock pick her way in, just wait for Bennett to get home or call the landlord. As she was having an internal conflict the she heard the sound of footsteps behind her, “—hope I’m not in your way, I’m an idiot who locked myself out” she sighed turning on her heel. 

astrid was thankful that work didn’t drag on longer than it usually is, rainy days always made her sleepier than usual where she’d just want to curl up with a cup of tea and her sketchbook. There was something odd about the rain, over how it can make you feel both negative and positive, her thoughts were pulled when approaching the complex, hearing a familiar voice and chuckling softly when she overheard the other brunette. “ definitely not. “ astrid responded when the other noticed her. “ are you stuck ? “ 

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drowningpoetry :

the fact that vincent van gogh was deeply sad and yet he still found the courage to paint the most beautiful, richly colored paintings never fails to amaze me. it reminds me that despite the sadness in our hearts and the weight of the world, there is beauty and life too.

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