https://t.co/P5vHaNoaj4 Pin incoming, but first let me remember how to write and more specifically, how to write Opal.
Small changes incoming, nothing major! I think she should be a library assistant or something, though, instead of owning a business.
perfectly.
An hour after leaving him on read, Opal was standing in front of him, dressed in sweatpants and a dark hoodie. Her cheeks were a little pink and her eyes were bloodshot and red - rimmed from crying so much.
โ Hi.. โ she mumbled.
dinner with her adoptive parents, she skipped out with the lame excuse that she had caught some kind of bug going around.
For most of the week, Opal lived on her couch and snacked on whatever she found in her cupboards first. โฌ
She was half asleep watching a rerun news broadcast with a bag of stale cheerios in her lap when her phone chimed. She immediately checked it before cringing at her eagerness for it to be him. His text was vague, but she understood โฌ
Olivier at, and declined the offer to bring home a free pet thanks to all of her hard work. Spike spent the majority of his afternoons curled up on Opal's lap while she wallowed in her sadness.
When the day came for family โฌ
The days following their split were brutal. Opal had given herself the entire week off from the cafe, entrusting her employees to keep it afloat in her sudden absence. She quit her volunteer shifts at the animal shelter she met โฌ
He heard her leave and, for a second, he felt an nearly uncontrollable urge to chase after her. But he didn't. Couldn't. Olivier refused to be a doormat for someone else to walk all over, even if he was falling in love with them. Her. Opal. All he could do was. . .wait until he
back to the nearest bus stop, she sobbed frustration and angrily dumped the whole box into the trash bin.
It was doomed before it even began. She should have known that as soon as she met him.
sharing the food she brought for them to enjoy together.
On a notepad she found in one of his kitchen drawers, she wrote, ' ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐บ. ๐๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ถ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด, ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ถ๐ต โฌ
๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฌ.
๐'๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ,
๐๐น๐ช๐ต '
She made a silent escape with the other still warm pizza and wiped a few brimming tears from her eyes.
When she made it โฌ
and escalating the tense moments, she carefully packaged one of the pizzas into a gallon ziploc and placed it in the refrigerator for him. Even if he was done with what they could have been, it didn't feel right to leave without โฌ
from him so she could pull her dress back on over the set she had purchased to wear for him.
After telling her to leave, Olli offered no goodbye. He shut her out and locked himself away in his bedroom.
Instead of making a scene โฌ
For an instant, hurt sliced across her wide - eyed expression before she steeled her features and set her mouth into a thin, grim line. She'd be damned if she let him see her cry.
Her lower lip wobbled and she swiftly turned away โฌ
Olivier sighed heavily and shut the door as Opal entered him home. He followed her, and his eyes were definitely on her, but he did not really *see* her. It felt to him that he was following a ghost or a phantom, something that was there but not really there at all. He didn't