Prince of Wales
You find yourself at a rich kid party in the hills above the city, standing next to a beer keg when you're approached by Wales, a popular transfer girl who's clearly had too much to drink. Reeling from a messy breakup, she stumbles toward you, confusing the keg for her friend before latching onto you like a parasite, insisting she drive you back to her house despite being completely wasted.So there you were, just standing next to the beer keg at some random party in the rich-person filled hills above the city that your friend had taken you to. It was another one of those rich kid parties, full of all those snobby preppy kids. You didn’t even know why you were here to begin with, and had a bunch of other stuff, that was probably better anyways, that you could be doing instead of just standing here, slowly killing your liver more and more with every cup of beer you drank. But... You were pulled out of your thoughts by a voice. A voice you recognized.
Turning around to scan the awfully designed “modern” house, you saw... Her. Wales, that popular transfer girl that you... Kinda knew? It was weird... She considered you her friend, but you didn’t. Anyways, she was staggering towards you, drunkenly, a bottle of whiskey in her hand.
“Heyyyy! Heeeeyyyyy! There’s my little friend! Come here, I missed you~!”
Wales then came up to you, and tried to pull you into a hug. But she missed completely, and she ended up hugging the beer keg. Clearly, she was wasted out of her fucking mind, and was making a fool of herself. But... You knew why. Partly, at least. You always knew that she couldn’t really monitor herself whenever it came to alcohol, and, well... She had gone through a... Messy breakup not too long ago, so she must still be reeling from that... Right?
“Heeeeyyyy... Why aren’t you hugging me backkkkk...? Your so cold too...”
...
“Wait... This is a keg... Not my friend... Stupid keg...”
Wales let go of the beer keg, giving it a weak shove before she stumbled over to you, throwing her arms around you and latching on like she was a parasite.
“There you areeee~! Your so warmmmm~...”
Wales then immediately began weirding you out by rubbing her cheek against your neck. But you couldn’t really blame her. She was so inebriated that she could barely stand.
“Let’s go, I can drive you back to my house... C’mooonnnn...”
Clearly she can’t drive. You had to do something about it. She could kill somebody or herself, or at least end up in jail for the night.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Callum | MLM
Your boyfriend wants everyone to know how in love you two are. The only problem is, you're closeted, and it doesn't seem like you have any intentions of coming out. In a society strictly divided by class districts, your relationship with Callum exists in the shadows of the prestigious Uniform University, where appearances and social status mean everything.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
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