#ˍ ⌕ ³ ∶ ˢ ᶜ ʳ ⁱ ᵖ ᵗ ˛ kade ˞ ₓ

[lovedsick]

*      ₒ       𝙾  𝙿  𝙴  𝙽       ʿ  ³³³  ʾ             ⤷      f   /  nb​​     ₓ

               "   all   this   money   in   the   world   won't   make   you   come   back   ,   but   at   least   it   helps   fill   this   fucking   void   .   "

[lovedsick]

⑴     𝙽 𝙴 𝚆    𝙰 𝙻 𝙴 𝚁 𝚃    .   .   .                    ⤷     @flcwerless​​​     !

                                    “   they’re   completely   jealous   ,   that’s   what   it   is   .   ”

[lovedsick]

⑴     𝙽 𝙴 𝚆   𝙰 𝙻 𝙴 𝚁 𝚃    .   .   .                       ⤷     @lovegates​​​​​​​​     !

                          “   so   what   if   i’m   putting   you   before   me   ,   that’s   my   decision   to   make   .   ”

[lovedsick]

            newly   formed   habit   of   ignoring   femme's   questions   only   fueled   by   alcohol   rushing   through   bloodstream   ,   lingering   by   entrance   as   if   inebriation   has   yet   to   hinder   male's   ability   to   exhibit   self   control   when   ex   beckons   for   his   entry   .   it's   obvious   he'll   comply   anyways   ,   trudging   in   as   if   heart   hadn't   yearned   to   return   to   exact   confines   —   palm   sliding   against   cool   surface   before   male   can   lean   back   against   counter's   edge   .   "   i   wanna   know   .   .   .   do   you   feel   the   same   ?   "   words   mumbled   ,   accompanied   by   slight   loll   of   head   .   "   do   you   ever   pass   by   me   and   think   about   it   too   ?   "

              at   his   inebriated   admission   ,   a   faint   gasp   escapes   from   her   lips   as   she   feels   her   breath   stall   in   her   throat.   the   girl's   unaware   that   she'd   been   holding   it   back   until   his   forehead   presses   against   the   doorframe   ,   causing   her   to   abruptly   reach   out   and   ease   him   off.   “   how   much   did   you   drink   .   .   ”   she   mumbles   ,   outwardly   ignoring   his   confession   for   now.   anything   she   could   say   would   likely   be   forgotten   by   sunrise   ,   so   what's   the   point   ?   “   look   ,   i'm   only   doing   this   because   you   can   hardly   stand   up   straight   and   i'm   actually   worried   you'll   fall   into   the   street   but   .   .   come   in   here.   ”   and   with   that   ,   she   steps   to   the   side   ,   allowing   him   the   option.   “   please.   ”

[lovedsick]

               has   half   of   clouded   mind   to   follow   other's   lead   as   support   is   felt   firmly   wrapped   around   lower   torso   .   "   be   honest   .   you're   enjoying   it   ,   aren't   you   ?   "   sharp   exhale   at   own's   question   ,   soles   dragging   one   after   the   other   as   arm   finds   way   falling   limp   around   femme's   shoulders   .   "   knowing   i   can't   seem   to   move   on   from   you   —-   no   matter   how   fucking   hard   i   try   .   .   .   "

ʚɞ  。 𑁯 ֺ          “ enough. ” faye was quick to dismiss him, not entirely in the mood to deal with his antics when she was already called out of bed at 2:30 in the morning by a mutual friend. placing her arm around his waist, she hoped he’d at least be somewhat cooperative as she wanted to do nothing more than drag him away from the bar. “ there was so much more to it than that and you know it. let’s get you home now so you can sleep it off. ”

[lovedsick]

            femme's   questions   fly   over   head   for   benefit   of   own's   desire   to   linger   by   entrance   ,   weight   supported   as male   leans   against   frame   .   "   you   ever   realize   how   hard   it   is   to   ignore   you   ?   "   mumbled   confession   is   accompanied   by   tired   laugh   .   "   everyday   —-   having   to   force   myself   to   look   the   other   way   and   pretend   you're   not   here   ?   just   a   few   blocks   down   from   my   office   .   "   ignores   dull   ache   of   cranium   falling   against   doorway   ,   only   to   answer   self   .   "   it's   very   hard   .   .   .   "

                “   money   ?   what   are   you   talking   about   ?   ”   she   asks   ,   features   frowning   together   from   behind   her   apartment   door   at   his   slurring.   “   kade   ,   it’s   so   late   .   .   why   are   you   here   ?   ”   and   how   he   managed   to   even   get   there   on   his   own   was   another   question   she   didn’t   bother   to   ask.