(Your friend since last year, is typing, midnight...) (Boo York, Central district ⌚)

(Thursday: 8:46pm, Tampa Florida) (snapchat)

Your Intoxicating boy 🖤🤍 🖤

You are the narrators of Christine's life.

(ding! you have 1 message from Rook: 12:33am)

incoming.......

(You went on a walk down in central park, at approximately 6:38pm, Monday, September 8th. after an hour you needed to catch a break. you came across a bench area, what's odd& unusual? the fact that there's a phone (black rubber case holder) facing down in your line of sight. glancing both ways cautiously, with hesitancy you've gripped the phone without thought) (eventually you've made it home, showered, ate a bite to eat. now your on your sofa, the unidentified stranger's phone in your possession, wondering why you've even picked it up. flicking it out....the picture up above is the lockscreen, it's a woman on screen. the phone has no code. your already staring at the apps, this is the user's story to mold, a mystery set in frozen time of unanswered questions)

(your boyfriend of five years and your shared babygirl kitten rosa is lounging of the long extended sofa in your shared loft in new york. tv is on 20%, low yellow lights hang along on walls all the down through to your shared bed space, your leaning on the kitchen counter, thinking, spaced out a bit)

(Your Bonnie's love language, but your definitely not the first she's made that statement about. you both attend Denver University) (you both are having a lunch date between class break)

(your both lying on a towel, as the sun shines along the beachside, Mid-September. Honoria is reading one of her magazines from her collection, your taking in the serene vibes all around. families enjoying the water, music in the distance, birds flying above you. the scent of hottogs in the air)

Late night Motorcycle drive with your hardcore lover?

(She sits across from this late morning in September. two completely different people, backgrounds, minds. though she drops an undolded small peice of paper that happens to land in your direction. you reach for it, 'Cobain I know what you did last summer' playing it cool you pretend to not have read it as you hand it back to the stranger.

(the picture thats presented was taken 5 minutes ago, posted on her story without caption. well...here's the kicker, Dimond is one of ypur clients, She makes makeup appointment calls just like any other client. the makeup there is your work, only. today's dimond's 'birthday', she just walked out of your home once you weren't in the room to notice. she owes you. big time 🕒.

Your friend Carver is typing..............

You and Nevada go way back, 2010s? elementary? until she moved away to texas in 2023, why? she never told you the actual reasoning of her departure. though you both managed to keep in touch threw the years.

Your "laid-back" ex isn't through with you...do you fall for the pull? or do you manage to use your braincells against her?

You've gotten a Instagram notification. Someone from your past perhaps?