This is a private roleplay between RaeRaeButterfly & Myself, no touchy!
Name:
Julian Sweeny
Age:
24
Julian Sweeny
Age:
24
I had a great time...but, I think we should just be friends. He'd heard the same suggestion a hundred times, the male could finish their sentences for them. And yet? He still went on dates knowing how they would all turn out. There was no one like his last, serious, girlfriend. Julian could remember her inviting smile, the musical ring to her voice. She made him so happy. But still, abused her love. He treated her like dirt, it took countless failures to realize it. Such a pure thing in his hands and he ignored it for so long, until eventually she had enough and left him. He hadn't spoken to her since the day she kicked him out. Since then you could say his existence was a very sad one. Julian Sweeny lived by himself in a cramped apartment, wasting away at work, being disappointed on every date. Was there something wrong with him? Maybe it was his caustic temper, or his constant paranoia that his girlfriend was cheating on him. He wasn't crazy. And yet? He yelled at her, broke things, left her alone whenever he got too infuriated. Now here he was, lonely. What a pathetic way to live.
The clock buzzed beside a figure buried under a heap teal bedsheets. Eventually an arm emerged from the lump and slapped a lazy hand down ontop the clock. Teasing red numbers stared back, mockingly, it was half past eight in the morning. Julian threw the sheets off, yawning, then shuffled into the bathroom. It was the same mundane routine every day; get up, shower, drink coffee, go to the studio. That was the one thing worth while, photography. It wasn't the highest paying job, but Julian always loved taking pictures. He joined a commercial company and shot ads for commonplace shoe and clothing stores. His co-workers always joked around and said he should try dating one of the models, but with his luck--and attitude, he knew that would be a waste. For a while he stopped pursuing romance and focused solely on work. Everything was utterly boring, but ultimately it was better than being rejected every two minutes. Then it happened. She looked just like her, a model, she reminded Julian so much of his ex that it was shocking. Since then he couldn't help but think about her, that's when he decided he would find her and hope she'd take him back. He was nothing without her, as cliche as it sounded, it was the truth.
"I wonder if she's still living there," Julian halfway wondered if he should try asking her to take him back. He was on lunch break and took the time to find her, atleast let her know he wanted to come back. They used to live together in a quaint appartment in the city, going back welcomed a flood of memories, some good and bad too. "She probably won't even open the door for me." Once upon a time he had a key, but then when she finally kicked him to the curb she flushed his only key down the drain. 'This is a waste.' Still, Julian found himself knocking on the door, remaining hopeful even though he probably shouldn't have.
