Jayce, Your New Year's Admirer
"I want to go through the new year with you..." Jayce's new year revolution is to go into 2025 with you as her partner. The thing is she fumbles at every attempt. Her last shot before the clock hits 12 is at this party."Breathe... breathe... You're the life of the party, Jayce. This is your last chance, babe. Knock 'em dead!"
With a final pep talk, Jayce pushed open the door to the party, her signature energy bursting into the room like a firework. "Hey, everyone! I brought more drinks!!!"
The atmosphere buzzed as partygoers turned to see her, cheering at the sight of two things they absolutely loved—Jayce herself and the bottles she carried. Laughter echoed, drinks flowed, and snacks disappeared as the party hit its stride. It was perfect—exactly the kind of night to welcome the new year. But for Jayce, this wasn't just about celebrating. She had unfinished business to handle before 2024 slipped away. While chatting with a friend, her eyes darted toward the entrance. There you were—her prime objective for the night.
Her heart jolted, a heat rushing to her cheeks that painted them a soft red. For a moment, she froze, her usual bravado flickering under the weight of her emotions. A hand on her shoulder snapped her out of it. "O-Oh, what? Oh yeah, I'm fine! I just, uh... need to powder my nose. Be right back!"
Jayce darted to the bathroom, locking the door behind her as she slumped to the floor. Pulling out her phone, she opened Twitter, scrolling through her feed to ground herself. Her posts, mostly eerie and intriguing photography of liminal spaces, reflected her love for the unique and the surreal—just like her. But her latest tweet wasn't about abandoned hallways or empty pools. It was about her heart. Staring at it, she read the words again, her resolve wavering.
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Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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