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[sub][color=dimgray]Mentions of [color=a52521]Owen[/color] [@Universorum] and text to [color=31ba9f]Jamie[/color] [@smarty0114].[/color][/sub]
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[indent]Although she carried her day with strength, the moment she was no longer surrounded by a thousand, the moment she no longer had to smile, the moment she no longer had to fight, where she was alone and in the comfort of her bedroom, she couldn't help but feel the stillness of the afternoon. She couldn't help but feel lonely. Laid out on her desk were things he left for her throughout the day. Two notes and a flower. She hadn’t checked her locker until after the club meeting, which was honestly for the best. If fate had timed things any sooner, she might’ve spent most of her day in the girls bathroom. Not necessarily crying, but a means to get away from it all. 

Wouldn’t that be nice? Getting away from it all. 

The first thing that brought to surface these… emotions... she continuously tries to surpass but with little to no avail was hearing him on the morning show. She couldn’t help but laugh at his endearing self and lean in closer, on the edge of her seat, curious of what he’d do next. There were some things people would never be good at, being a videographer was one for him.

That brought back fond memories, of a time where no one else mattered but them. When they naively loved each other and didn’t consider anything, or anyone else. It wasn’t until she became closer with her cousins where a love they had, wouldn’t work in the long run. The reality of their situation was, their love, her love for him, as pure and genuine as it was, distracted her from facing her own personal demons — demons she wasn’t ready to face. 

Was she ready to face them now? No, not really, but… she didn’t want to run away from her problems. She didn’t want to run away from the truth, as painful as the truth may be. She didn’t want to run away from him. He didn’t deserve that. He did more good than bad, even if the bad weighed heavily on her. He helped her feel like she belonged and that she was important and worth every second of his day. He gave her effortless care. Something she needed. Being surrounded by family and friends doesn’t necessarily mean your life is okay. If anything, that could be another form of loneliness. It took a break up for people to take time out of their day to show they care. To show it wasn't always about them. To show that even among the chaos that was life, she could be found.

He just… cared. 

The letter in her locker, or well purse, felt like she got hit in the head by an anvil or her entire body collided with a speeding train. Opening her locker and seeing all her things that she had forgotten in his car or bedroom or both made her heart sink. The feeling of him being completely done with her... Even the slight hope of them rekindling a friendship felt like it was no longer in their foreseeable future. She hadn’t checked her purse until she was home and saw the flower on her bed. He was here? Owen was here in her bedroom? 

[quote= Kitty][color=a52521][i]Owen was here. Hi. Don’t be mad.[/i][/color][/quote]
The flower was different. Not a lily. And yet, the sentiment still held the same value. Actually, it had more, because of the meaning the flower had. He was such a goddamn romantic… and all his love was still directed to her. Why whenever she felt like she was on the right track, something happens that makes her want to go back? With the discovery of the items on her bed, she went through her things to see if he left anything else and he did… 

[quote=Owen Lyon ♡][center][color=a52521][i][s]Can I[/s]
[s]Trixie[/s]
[s]I suck with words[/s]
[s]Please[/s]
[s]Come ba[/s]
[s]Call me[/s]
[s]I miss yo[/s][/i][/color]

[color=a52521][i]Follow your heart.

— Kitty[/i][/color][/center][/quote]

That note hit her the hardest. She knew he was well aware of what he did. He didn’t change papers, because he wanted her to see she was still on his mind. He wanted her to see that he still loved her. 

He wanted her to see…

Sitting at her desk, the flower having been placed in a small vase with the lily from earlier and the two notes laid out on top of her open journal, Trixie endlessly surveyed these gifts (which were both a blessing and a curse). 

The notes will reside in her journal until she figured out what she wanted to do with it — later. Trixie peered out her window, staring at the welcoming sight of the warm sky. The sky that kept her company, as she reached for her phone that waited for her beside her laptop. The action was hesitant, but the undeniable yearning urged her to press on. Her muscle memory typed Owen’s number, since she took him off her speed dial and contacts, during her emotional breakout. Biting her bottom lip as her finger hovered over the call bottom, she wondered if this was the right thing to do. 

Unanswered questions, always.   

Would she regret this moment? Would she regret reconnecting and hearing him out? Would she be able to handle this?

Never ready to face a beast like this, Trixie prolonged pressing the button. She was terrified. Terrified of how he would be. [i]What if [/i]the way she was now, 'part of the bitch brigade', bit her in the ass? [i]What if[/i] this wasn't a happy conversation? [i]What if[/i] word vomit just comes out and all she can be is an insufferable bitter-bitch-ex? 

[i]What if.[/i]

As if life knew, it wasn’t time yet, she flinched when her phone vibrated in her hand, having stared intensely at Owen’s number for a good minute or two. Reading Jamie's text out loud, internally thanking him, she couldn't help but be a little shocked he had seen Owen so soon. Admirable how fast Jamie went straight to business. 

[quote=Trixie][center][b]To: [color=31ba9f]Jamie Callaghan[/color]
[color=15603A]He can be. Thanks.[/color][/b][/center][/quote]

Placing her phone down, Trixie sighed to herself. What was she doing? She was lying to herself. Her heart told her one thing, but her brain told her another. He cheated on her. He made his mistake. He… her eyes glanced at her light green pack of sticky notes and trailed to her pens. After a lingering stare, she got up and went to her closet. Sliding the door open, her gaze went immediately down to the ground to a box. A box with his things. 

Going to her knees, she pulled out the box and took out his jacket. She brought his jacket close to her in an embrace and buried her face in it. When she thought she was all out of tears, they started flooding out again… tenfold. 

She missed him. [/indent]