pearl shoe

 Shopping was one of the many vices that Nicolette had; the death of their father all those years ago meant his two darling girls inherited all of his assets, and the flower shop in their mortal home had done well enough that the sisters lived comfortably. Of course, there was no such thing as poverty in the magical little town of Olympus, and Letty took advantage of the money she had greatly and spoiled herself with finery. Silk dresses and designer shoes, pearls, diamonds, she loved it all and today was a good day to visit Aphrodite’s Boutique, the most expensive shop in the town. The venomous blonde hummed to herself as she turned some, head tilting as she examined the way the black fabric fell along her thighs, tugging at the hem of it and brushing her delicate fingers along her skin. “Should I go longer?” Her voice was soft and melodic, glancing over at the demigod that had walked past her, “Or should I buy this one? I think I like it shorter but I dunno.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.