@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
@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.
@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. +
@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”
@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
@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.
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@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.
@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
@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.
@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.
@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.
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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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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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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.
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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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