On Friday morning, Gael wakes to the faint sound of a song. It's almost like a dream in how muffled it is. He follows it through the complex — he's slept in the little room he keeps in the club in case of late nights, in case it's better for him to keep an eye out, and a girl gone missing means both of the above — until the timbre of it becomes clearer. It's a phone ringtone.
There's already a crowd forming by the time he finds the body. The screen's lighting on and off in Stella's limp hand, a name — 🔮 maggie 👯💕✨ — flashing on the screen. Oh, you don't know, continues the song. You don't know what I go through seeing someone else with you. Oh, I wish the one with you were me.) ]
I love you, too.
[ Instinct. He would — will — kill for these girls. ]
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On Friday morning, Gael wakes to the faint sound of a song. It's almost like a dream in how muffled it is. He follows it through the complex — he's slept in the little room he keeps in the club in case of late nights, in case it's better for him to keep an eye out, and a girl gone missing means both of the above — until the timbre of it becomes clearer. It's a phone ringtone.
There's already a crowd forming by the time he finds the body. The screen's lighting on and off in Stella's limp hand, a name — 🔮 maggie 👯💕✨ — flashing on the screen. Oh, you don't know, continues the song. You don't know what I go through seeing someone else with you. Oh, I wish the one with you were me.) ]
I love you, too.
[ Instinct. He would — will — kill for these girls. ]
Be careful, querida.