────────────── gentle intake of air offers mild ease to the ache of disruption that quivers through her chest , gaze remains fixated on the beaded catastrophe before her as she manages to tune out the steady thrum of the harsh rain that has plagued new haven ; the weather was the perfect parallel for her foul mood , and if paris were more religious , perhaps she’d be praying for some form of reprisal from the storm ( or the idiocy of the so - called ivy - league - worthy girls that she’d been unfortunate to dorm with ) . there’s a quiet creak of the door , and paris immediately knows that it’s @gilmor returning to the room , the only person in their shared space that had any form of common sense , the only one conscientious enough to avoid disrupting her calming mantra or workflow .
❝ 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 . we don’t need the airhead breaking her neck by slipping on the mud that you would’ve tracked in . and the last thing that i need is a death staining my record before i’ve even graduated undergrad . that kind of thing could ruin a girl’s career . ❞ heavy sigh escapes lips as hands drop project in mild frustration , figure pivots to face the other . ❝ or perhaps it would become the perfect traumatic story to get my foot in the door . ❞
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