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[attr="class","nuggettitle"]this bitter earth

[attr="class","nuggetsubtitle"]what good is love that no one shares?

[attr="class","nuggetwords"]Over. Over, over over. Winona tasted the words on her lips and found that they were bitter, broken things. She had agreed when they had been spoken, hoping that they would be like the dark chocolate they had eaten for a snack earlier. Bittersweet. They could grow. But she wanted to grow together. She wanted to grow up together, understand the world together... She could help. She was always there, always helpful, always waiting and watching and... His mum had liked her, as much as she could, really. And they had just moved in together. They were doing adult things. They had a dog. They were in love. But it was over, over, over. She touched her cheek where he had last kissed her. How long had it been? Only a few days, wasn't it? She hadn't slept. She hadn't washed her hair. She had slept at her parents' house and had claimed that there was nothing the matter, that she had just had an argument with Tib. Because that was all it was, right? An argument. Breaks didn't last too long. Cat and Van were on a break, together, on a break, together... Things would be fine. This was what came with the territory of dating someone famous. But that wasn't it. Now she was just being delusional. It was over. He had asked for a break, and it was over.

Over and over and over and over. She hadn't cried in the moment. She was stronger and braver than that, a Gryffindor through and through. She faced the things that she was struggling with head on. She faced the flu head on, she faced the real world, a blind date, a... It didn't matter. It didn't matter at all. She had squared her shoulder and had grabbed her things, and that was that. She didn't think she had left much there. Winnie never had much to begin with. She had sold a lot of her things when she had moved out of the last apartment; her bed, her dresser, any clothes she didn't want. She knew she ought to go shopping again, see what she could grab. But after crashing at her parents (and likely proving that it wasn't just a fight), she knew that she had to get some things, move some place. Not to her cousins, any of them. Too many things were happening.

She didn't know where to go. She didn't know what to do. The words just kept ringing in her head: over, over, over, over. He didn't love her, not like he said he did. He didn't want her around. Who else could relate to that? She paused at the doorstep of Cat's house. Cat would understand. But Cat... Was she more of Tib's friend, or hers? She remembered the texts, the drunken ones, remembered wanting to curl around Tib and go back to sleep but instead wandering to a pub in her pajamas to get Cat to go home. No. No. Don't think about Tib, don't think about bed, don't think about the house, the kitchen, their dog. It was over. She had gotten her stuff out of there, out of his life, and she was standing at Cat's house. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, and her hands shook as she knocked at the door. Her phone was grasped in her left hand, and she was nearly trembling as she waited.

She had to accept it. It had to be over. He was going on tour. He didn't want her to come. He didn't want her. He wanted to move on. She was a relatively popular witch, and her friends at Opium had told her just that. He had moved back-- he was... She burst into tears even before Cat had managed to get the door open, and she hastily wiped away the salty tracks so that they couldn't be seen.

[attr="class","nuggetnotes"]650 - @caterina - outfit to come

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This biter earth

like dark chocolate, but less satisfying

When Tib had come to the studio looking like he had just drunk the entire liquor cabinet she had not judged him, she had turned off the lights, pushed him into the living room and ordered take out and done what he had done when she and Van had broken up. Cuddled on the couch and watched shitty television until he had felt like talking. From the moment that he started talking she smacked the hellfire out of him. He was an idiot and he knew it, but it was the fact that he had shoved the girl that actually cared about him out of his life to avoid being like his father had pissed her off. He was an idiot to think that that would actually avoid hurting the girl. That trying to spare her would make her feel any better when in the end it was the end.

She would not admit it to Winona, but Cat knew her friend enough to be able to say that there would likely not be a recovery from this. No matter how much she wanted the two to be together again, it didn't work like that. Life was not a fantasy and not everyone was she and Van. Yes, they had gotten back together, but they were a special case. Tib was not the kind of guy who changed his mind about things, and she was going to hold out hope that he would come back. She had stocked the house, in the hopes that if Winona did come, she would be prepared and be able to help her friend feel at least a little better.

She was on her cycle though, and some of the supplies that she had bought but that couldn't be helped. It was a Cat eats chocolate kind of world, and sooner or later she would send Van out to get more. He was out somewhere, doing something. A meeting or something and wouldn't be back for a while, so she was wandering around in his sweat pants and a tank top when someone had knocked on the door. Who knocked anyway? Her mind went to work as she opened the door and she saw her friend. Pulling the woman into the doorway she hugged the thinner woman in a deep hug and just held her, and rubbed her back softly.

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