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7/19/2025, 6:28:17 AM
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>Verosika while working compared to her behind closed doors is like night and day
>When she's out doing her job with her backup dancers and Tex she's near non-stop high-energy
>But as soon as the last goodbyes of the day are said and the door closes she basically deflates
>Her apartment's more of a mess than she'd like but what would be the point in cleaning it?
>She knows she's just gonna mess it up again
>Old empty pot noodle cups stacked and scattered around with various different bottles of booze
>She all but staggers into her room and opens a bedside table drawer
>Inside is a scrapbook of ideas of her ideal wedding she's had since she was a girl
>Covered in unmentionable stains from the countless times she's thrown it out in anger only to fish it out later for the small comfort it gave her
>She still adds ideas to it occasionally
>Each one more desparate than the last one
>Went from what kind of flowers she wanted on the tables and what flavour of cake to what kind of husband she wanted
>She's a hair's bredth from just writing "anything" under what she wants from one as the loneliness creeps in again
>All she can do is crash into her way too big bed and hug the pillows, hoping that she can pretend it's a warm body
>She never can
>Verosika while working compared to her behind closed doors is like night and day
>When she's out doing her job with her backup dancers and Tex she's near non-stop high-energy
>But as soon as the last goodbyes of the day are said and the door closes she basically deflates
>Her apartment's more of a mess than she'd like but what would be the point in cleaning it?
>She knows she's just gonna mess it up again
>Old empty pot noodle cups stacked and scattered around with various different bottles of booze
>She all but staggers into her room and opens a bedside table drawer
>Inside is a scrapbook of ideas of her ideal wedding she's had since she was a girl
>Covered in unmentionable stains from the countless times she's thrown it out in anger only to fish it out later for the small comfort it gave her
>She still adds ideas to it occasionally
>Each one more desparate than the last one
>Went from what kind of flowers she wanted on the tables and what flavour of cake to what kind of husband she wanted
>She's a hair's bredth from just writing "anything" under what she wants from one as the loneliness creeps in again
>All she can do is crash into her way too big bed and hug the pillows, hoping that she can pretend it's a warm body
>She never can
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