( FAYE )

a loud gasp escapes the redheads mouth as she directs our attention towards a building on the opposite side of the road, bearing a gigantic sign that reads "cat cafe"

the three of us immediately rush into the premises before a kind waitress leads us to a free table situated at a corner.

nonetheless, we don't care about that, we were only here for the cats.

there's this gray-haired feline that takes a strong liking to me. it's the only one that stays in my lap. all the other ones, however, adore sadie. ofcourse they do, who wouldn't.

the way in which all the cats surround sadie, ignoring everybody else, honestly makes a lot of sense. it's not any different from the way people act about her.

"ow!" the blonde shrieks, directing everyones attention towards her. "this bastard bit me"

she releases the siamese from her grip, it immediately running into sadies lap.

"how do they love you so much" rory groans, causing sadie to chuckle.

"i mean, im pretty loveable" she shrugs, moving the string toys for the cats to fiddle with.

i pick up my phone, my eyes widening at the amount of notifications i've received, realizing that they're all from a certain drunk person.

i set it back on the floor next to my leg with a sigh, smiling at sadie "yeah, you are. i get why they're running towards you like that"

the blue eyed girl stares at me for a moment before quickly returning her gaze towards the cats, with a smile. "thank you" she speaks softly.

i bite the inside of my cheek while smiling, before turning my gaze towards the girl situated in front of me, delivering me a cold gaze.

my eyes trail down at her fingers, which grasp her phone and type something out rapidly.

i notice the buzzing next to me and grab my phone once again with a sigh.

🔐🖤

just tell me you
have feelings for her

rory you're
actually losing it
literally WHY would i
have feelings for sadie
you're my gf

no
like its so obvious
just say it

???
where is this coming from
is it because i just said that
is that the only reason

its everything
the way you look at her
the shit on your journal
you're so obsessed with her
the way you write abt her???

i'm just writing what i feel
i'm allowed to do that
and you're not supposed
to go through my journal
i told you that so many times
it's my personal space

and like i said before
im your GIRLFRIEND.
i can go through your
things if i want to

you can't
there's just some things
that you can't go through

okay
i get it
you write abt your little
crushes on your journal
so i can't see it right

she's not a crush
i think she's really amazing
but i don't feel the way i feel
about you with her
it's NOTHING like that rory
try to trust me

why would i trust you

???

its not just sadie
youre falling out of love

rory
do you wanna go home
we can leave if you want to
just stop this

but you are
seriously
you are

what makes you think that?

everything
you don't call me all the time
anymore
you don't check up on me
unless i text first
and you're obv annoyed by me
there's literal proof in that
stupid ass journal of yours

i may forget to call at times
but blame it on my memory
it doesn't mean that i don't love you??
i call whenever i remember

and why is that not always
i should always be on your mind
not sadie

oh my god
i don't like her that way
like at all
how can you even think that

then stop acting like you do

i'm literally not
the way i see sadie is
basically how i see finn
are you saying i have a crush on him?

if he was a girl
you probably would

you can't be serious

have fun on your date
but im going home

not even a second is allowed to pass before she gets up, leaving me stranded with the redhead.

sadie seems to somewhat understand the situation as she shoots a sympathetic look my way before standing up "i'll go"

i turn my gaze up towards her with a nod, watching her exit.

my head throws itself back against the wall before i feel yet another vibration emitted from my phone, expecting more of rorys bitter words.

finnster
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die-to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause-there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

oh my god
actually kill yourself

★ authors note ,,

can u tell im readinf hamlet