𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓘𝙛 𝔂𝙤𝙪 𝓵͟𝙤͟𝙫͟𝙚͟ 𝓶𝙚 ⠀—— ⠀𝓴𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝓲𝙩 𝓽𝙤 𝔂𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

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𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄—
𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝐖͟𝐀͟𝐍͟𝐓͟ .ᐟ
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[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist eyes away in the direction of the ground and attempts to slip past. Shoulder accidentally grazes the woman on her way out.

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist Now that they’ve locked eyes, it’s almost impossible to look away. The hurt of missing the woman hits deep in the stomach. No matter how bad she wants to be held and comforted, she’s not sure she’d ever allow it again.

“Okay. Thanks … ” she mumbles finally tearing her

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist “So … I’m just free to go .ᐣ” she asks when she’s standing directly in front of Octavia. This is the first time she’s looked her in the eyes, and it almost makes her crack. She visibly swallows hard, and eyes have to briefly glance to the side.

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist She’s slow to stand up. She’s been lying down for so long that every step fills heavy. At first, she doesn’t truly believe her. This all feels weird, and it seems like she’s being tricked. All trust she previously had in the officer has completely disappeared. +

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist she’s fucked up her life and how those habits caused her to lose every person she cares about.

She lifts her head up with a squint and groans. Lays back down. “Didn’t I tell you to fuck off .ᐣ”

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist By the time Octavia returns, Honey is curled up in a ball trying desperately to sleep beneath the bright lights. The first couple of days all she could do was sleep, but now, her mind is running nonstop and won’t allow anymore rest. All she can think about is all the ways

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist “I don’t want to talk to you, 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟.”

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist Eyes fixate on a spot on the ground. Jaw clenches tightly as tears begin to well once more. She’s mad— hurt. Octavia abandoned her like everyone else she’s ever trusted, and she comes waltzing in her while she’s at her lowest.

Arms are crossed tightly around herself. +

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist the wall as she speaks. Before, all she wanted was for the officer to come back, but now, she refuses to let her in even a little. It’s been too long.

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist Her heart sinks and eyes water when Octavia walks away. It makes her feel like an animal in a zoo. Here to observe for her entertainment.

When she returns, she still refuses to look at the woman. “I’m not talking to anyone besides a lawyer.” She barely lifts her head from

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist She wipes at her mascara stained face and averts her eyes. Pretends she doesn’t even see her. The wound is still gaping open and painful. Seeing her only feels like fingers digging in to tear her apart more.

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist To pass the time, all she can do is sleep, but it’s getting harder at this point. She’s curled up on the concrete bench when she sees that painfully familiar face. Even though then officer has seen her back here time and time before, this is different. It’s embarrassing.

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist Now, she’s stuck rotting in a cell for soliciting and possession charges with no one left to call.

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

@psychocultist Honey had her shit together briefly for those few happy moments with Octavia, but when she left, she crashed harder than ever before. Her substance abuse became so bad that she barely made any money at work, so when Derek came back to see her, she stupidly fell for the trap.

[ℎ͟𝑜͟𝑛͟𝑒͟𝑦͟ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 @SACRIFlCALANGEL]

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discovered a pretty bouquet of flowers in her dressing room after the show ——— unfortunately, the note has been lost, so she’s unsure who they’re from.
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[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

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Haven’t gotten a chance to dig in just yet.”
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[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

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A mischievous glint takes over her expression. In her line of ‘ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 ’ and to deal with her brain, she can never have enough drugs, so her purse is usually stocked with anything you can think of—— 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑥 currently.
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[ᅟᅟᅟᵗʰᵉ ᅠᅠ𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᅠ𝐒𝐓☆𝐑 ᅠᅠᅠ Ꮤᴵᴸᴸᴼᵂ ᅠᅠ Ꮐᴿᴱᴱᴺ @SorathSong]

Willow couldn’t help but laugh as she listened to the stripper, and she shook her head. Then she took a drag on her cigarette, stretched out her arm, and tapped the filter gently with her fingers to let the ash fall into the ashtray.

[𝓜𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝓑𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺. @TRASHMAGlCK]

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With a little giggle, Honey reaches for her purse resting on the ground and retrieves a tiny plastic baggy covered in smily faces. “Well, you’re just in luck, babes,” she says holding it in front of her face between two fingers. “I just picked this up last night.
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