Stella was sitting on her kitchen counter, scrolling on her phone.
She usually call that working, but that was clearly a lie. She wasn’t working, she was scrolling through her DM’s for anything new, trying to reply to them all.
And honestly, she *was* behind work. She had her laptop in front of her, all the emails from companies, asking her for partnerships.
⚡️| he’s been distant
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🪽| Heaven never listens.
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🗯️| is he sorry?
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🕷️| when’s it gonna be my turn?
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