youngerdrgrey:

to nova b // 8:23 pm
chantal: you know you’re wrong. just admit it and we can end this

nova laughs before tucking her phone back onto the corner of her desk. jazz filters in from her desktop’s speakers. some spotify playlist fills the space so she doesn’t have to crack open her windows. changing seasons mean the bugs never really go to sleep, and she doesn’t have enough time or energy to swat every one of them that wants to claim her home as their own.

her phone vibrates again, jumping and bumping into the amber she hasn’t picked up yet. she should put it away, tuck it somewhere with the hopes she’d had for that relationship, but a drawer won’t fit a gift like that. besides, she left calvin’s picture in a drawer so long that she’d grown blind to it.

footsteps crunch along her walkway, and nova’s eyes jump as quick as her heart does. if this man doesn’t learn to respect her boundaries, then –

but it’s not robert headed up the walkway. it’s cut off curls that tickle the backs of ears and an eye roll that has as much affection as it does judgment. chantal says something nova can’t quite catch, and nova smiles through the office window.

“One second!”

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