Thread for thekentboy
[ooc: Takes place the morning after this conversation. And yes, it took us a while. lol]
She sits on the couch, waiting for him. He said he'd be there at seven, and it's two minutes till now. She's still in her pajamas, and looks worse for the wear. She hasn't slept all night, too haunted by the events of the night before.
She wasn't just up last night, talking to him online because she was battling insomnia. She was up for a very different reason. She cringes every time she remembers it.
Caught up in feeling, caught up in sensation, and suddenly...
Ungh Claaark...
Needless to say, it had sort of ruined the moment.
Her fiance had immediately pushed her away, moved away from her, and had angrily questioned her.
What the hell, Chloe?!?
Nearly two minutes of arguing, and then he'd dressed and walked out on her.
And he hadn't come back yet.
She knew he would, eventually, but it would take him some time. It always did.
She sighs, feeling herself near tears as she relives her mistake, and slowly pulls her legs up to her chest, her feet on the edge of the couch. And she waits.
She sits on the couch, waiting for him. He said he'd be there at seven, and it's two minutes till now. She's still in her pajamas, and looks worse for the wear. She hasn't slept all night, too haunted by the events of the night before.
She wasn't just up last night, talking to him online because she was battling insomnia. She was up for a very different reason. She cringes every time she remembers it.
Caught up in feeling, caught up in sensation, and suddenly...
Ungh Claaark...
Needless to say, it had sort of ruined the moment.
Her fiance had immediately pushed her away, moved away from her, and had angrily questioned her.
What the hell, Chloe?!?
Nearly two minutes of arguing, and then he'd dressed and walked out on her.
And he hadn't come back yet.
She knew he would, eventually, but it would take him some time. It always did.
She sighs, feeling herself near tears as she relives her mistake, and slowly pulls her legs up to her chest, her feet on the edge of the couch. And she waits.