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⚘twenty-eight

"Honestly, I'm just done feeling sorry for myself

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"Honestly, I'm just done feeling sorry for myself. I'm ready to take this adventurous life I've woken up in and start being a little more unapologetic about it."

▪︎ Ophelia

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Thick deep brown hair lay in a tousled mess across the white duvet. "Seb, do you have to go? Two weeks is so long."

Sebastian leaned over her, broad shoulders hovering above her as he pressed his lips against hers.

"Draga mea, Prinţesă, I need to get this pre production work done," he pressed kisses on her cheeks and peppered them all over her face as she giggled. "And when I get back we go to Cancun," he smirked down at her with a titled stare.
"I love you Sebastian," she kissed him as she sat up.
"I love you, Ophelia." With one more soft kiss she watched him wheel his suitcase out the front door and she turned over to fall back asleep.

CharliLove is calling Ophelia

Hello my beautiful friend

Hi boo. Did the old ball and chain leave? Can I come over?

Ahh you're in town?

Yes I am!!!

Yes, he left at like 5 this morning and he's gone for two weeks.

Well, I have to leave next week for a month long in Paris. So I'm yours until I leave.

I'm grabbing wine and cheese. Old school OphChar evening. Shall we?

Holy Shit, I forgot about those.

See you in an hour?

Ha perfect. I'm packing my bag.

. . . .

In no time, Ophelia was at the corner store picking up their favorite snacks for an old tradition they had when they lived in LA together years ago. Her willowy frame stretched up to grab the last bag of cool ranch Doritos when she felt eyes on her. She looked to her right to meet the gaze of someone that felt familiar but she couldn't place her face.

"Hi, I don't want to disturb your shopping but I had to say hello. I'm Shelley," the shorter chestnut haired brunette reached a hand out for Ophelia, who smiled and shook her hand.
"Pleasure, Ophelia," she pointed to herself as she looked the girl over.
Shelley chuckled, "I know who you are, been a fan for a bit. I'm a friend of Chris'!"
She was beautiful and Ophelia felt her cheeks tinting a blushed hue, "oh wow. Small world," she looked at her basket. "It's nice to meet you Shelley. How do you know Chris?"
Shelley smirked, "mutual friends. He speaks so highly of you, I've been trying to get him to introduce us all year."

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