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the way you can resent your parents but also sympathise with and ache for them… so sick
“i don’t do refunds just because your girlfriend found out ,” it’s laced with sweet venom as rogue lifts her gaze momentarily to grant them a glance . was she part of the reason ? maybe , but it wouldn’t make much of a difference to her conscience .
“It ain’t about the money, you know that.” Apollo says with a slight scoff, an uptick in his tone of voice that conveys his slight annoyance – with her, but mostly with himself. “I came here ‘cause I need sumn’ else.” Apollo tells her, licking his lips as he straightens the Nike hat he wears on his head. “You know they gon’ start sniffin’ ‘round you now. If they come askin’, you got me, right?” They being the press, they would be all over this since that little twitter leak that his girlfriend released when she found out he’d slept with Rogue, an escort of all people. He needed to make sure Rogue was going to stay silent, lie for him even, he had this golden boy reputation to protect, and the woman who held the power in her hands to bring all of that down stood before him. “Just say ‘yeah’ and we can be done with all this mess…with each other.”
she smiles though it doesn’t quite reach corners , tongue lured to the corner of her mouth as azures burn with vengeance . it didn’t matter to her that word got out and people knew she was the escort who slept with the infamous apollo or that she was an escort to begin with . wasn’t a rumor , it was the truth — one she wore proudly . “of course you did ,” why wouldn’t he want it to be kept hush despite the fact he came inside her five times before ? men always wanted something , didn’t matter that they were the ones to make the conscious decision to sleep with her in the first place . “no ,” laced with honey , syllables coerce an afterbite of venom as she looks him in the eye , “but i’ll be nice and let you pick . should i say we only fucked once or that we fucked more than once and you decided to cheat on your girlfriend ?” — “either works for me .”
“ if you’re so intent on going down this path, then i’m coming with you. ” amy to milan!
palming over his mouth , milan turns to look at her -- really look at her because there was no way someone could be that stupid . apparently she was , and fuck , either he wanted to douse himself in gasoline , too , or he was in denial . "fuck off ," it's bitter despite the warmth behind coaled irises that held little to no remorse for those around him , except for her . for her , he'd protect . for her , he'd do just about anything . "do you understand what you're sayin' right now ?" you're signing your life away , is what he wanted to say , but won't because she knew . had to .
“ i need to know that you’ll be okay. if something happens to me… ” cameron to diamond !!
she sits up in bed , sheet held to her chest as syllables repeat like a broken record , frown faltering along soft features . shaking her head , a deep breath is inhaled before she's reaching out and touching his cheek . needs to feel closer to him , so she'll lay partially on top , emeralds going over every feature she's seemed to memorize over the last few weeks . "nothing is going to happen to you ," a promise she can't make because there was no telling what would happen tomorrow or the next day or the day after that . all she knew was that , she couldn't lose him . "i'll be okay ."
Savannah Smith photographed by Ben Watts for Cosmopolitan Magazine (2021)
THE NOTEBOOK (2004) — directed by Nick Cassavetes