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L A T E E F A HXH A R T
_____T H EXT O R T U R E DXA R T I S T_____
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Location: The Party
Dialogue Color âĻ #C35817
Thought Color ⧠#730800
"i'm the ghost of a girl
that i want to be most
i'm the shell of a girl
that i used to know well"
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L A T E E F A HXH A R T
_____T H EXT O R T U R E DXA R T I S T_____
Outfit: Link Here || Hair
Location: The Party
Dialogue Color âĻ #C35817
Thought Color ⧠#730800
"i'm the ghost of a girl
that i want to be most
i'm the shell of a girl
that i used to know well"
"Ha!" Lateefah exclaimed dryly, following it by a quick sip of the watered down sprite. She was pleased to note that not a lot of the ice had melted just yet; Tee didn't make a habit of being a perpetual ice chewer, but she did like sucking on ice chips. She was getting in some kind of water, right? "There's definitely not gonna be a wedding - not ever."
It wasn't that Lateefah didn't find Lincoln attractive. He was her first on so many levels; obviously, there had to be some level of attraction because adolescent attachment did not count. But she had known back in high school - back when they were even younger - that he was never going to be the one for her. He was always going to be one of the ones that she loved, maybe even deeper than others, but never that mysterious one her grandmother swore was out there for everyone. Lateefah wasn't so sure about that, though. Perhaps for everyone else, but not for her. Just can't go a night without being an emo bitch, huh, she thought bitterly, before adding aloud, trying to offset her somber thoughts, "Besides, I'd probably try to kill him before I could say 'I do.'" It would be her, so lost in the depressive thoughts that haunted her, to miss Willow's tease about being jealous entirely.
"California's...California," Lateefah answered cryptically, taking a large swallow of crushed ice so as not to be able to expand upon the topic. It shouldn't have been that difficult of a feat, in hindsight. Instead of still being in college, working to keep up her grades for scholarships and figuring out what she wanted to do with her life, Lateefah's internship had turned into a full-time job. Whether she was fully happy with her current position was neither here nor there, but she wasn't bad off. Not really, not when one considered the fact that she lived in one of the most expensive cities in the world in a pretty decent apartment with only one roommate.
But of course, she would rather turn the conversation to Willow. Not just because she hated talking, but also because she genuinely was curious. Lateefah at least sent occasional check-in texts to her friend, but they weren't as frequent as they should have been, especially to someone she had been so comfortable with. Willow had been through so much with her. Willow had been through so much, period. Lateefah should have been better; she was always finding some way to fuck up, even when California supposedly made her mature a bit more. Figures, she thought. "What about you, though? I saw a few of your stuff on Instagram. They're amazing!"
It wasn't that Lateefah didn't find Lincoln attractive. He was her first on so many levels; obviously, there had to be some level of attraction because adolescent attachment did not count. But she had known back in high school - back when they were even younger - that he was never going to be the one for her. He was always going to be one of the ones that she loved, maybe even deeper than others, but never that mysterious one her grandmother swore was out there for everyone. Lateefah wasn't so sure about that, though. Perhaps for everyone else, but not for her. Just can't go a night without being an emo bitch, huh, she thought bitterly, before adding aloud, trying to offset her somber thoughts, "Besides, I'd probably try to kill him before I could say 'I do.'" It would be her, so lost in the depressive thoughts that haunted her, to miss Willow's tease about being jealous entirely.
"California's...California," Lateefah answered cryptically, taking a large swallow of crushed ice so as not to be able to expand upon the topic. It shouldn't have been that difficult of a feat, in hindsight. Instead of still being in college, working to keep up her grades for scholarships and figuring out what she wanted to do with her life, Lateefah's internship had turned into a full-time job. Whether she was fully happy with her current position was neither here nor there, but she wasn't bad off. Not really, not when one considered the fact that she lived in one of the most expensive cities in the world in a pretty decent apartment with only one roommate.
But of course, she would rather turn the conversation to Willow. Not just because she hated talking, but also because she genuinely was curious. Lateefah at least sent occasional check-in texts to her friend, but they weren't as frequent as they should have been, especially to someone she had been so comfortable with. Willow had been through so much with her. Willow had been through so much, period. Lateefah should have been better; she was always finding some way to fuck up, even when California supposedly made her mature a bit more. Figures, she thought. "What about you, though? I saw a few of your stuff on Instagram. They're amazing!"