#wow... icb i'm suffering enough to make my own fucking interview icons ksks

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“I’m seeing someone else..” — rachel, @ chloe again !

YOU’RE WHAT? ( accepting! )

Chloe’s jaw tightens, but otherwise they just stare ahead, taking a long drag off their cigarette. How could they be so fucking stupid? Rachel was… Well, Rachel. Gorgeous, charismatic, sexy. Chloe never should have bought her bullshit about Chloe being her number one. Or maybe they were, but with a long line of people after them. They can’t tell which would be worse: being on a list with a dozen others, or not being on the list at all. Their thoughts spiral, picking apart every time Rachel had said they mattered to her. Every time the two had been affectionate. Every word to each other. After what feels like an eternity, they grind  something out in monotone.

“Who?” It’s simple, spoken dully. Blue eyes flick upward, finally, to Rachel’s face, and they repeat it, spitting it with more rage. “Who the fuck is  it, Rachel?”