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You never know what you had until it's gone or until you fuck it up. The notion often plagued his overloaded mind whenever he allowed himself to dwell on how he fumbled the bag. Barbara Owens swept into his life like a falling star. With the same blinding ferocity and wonder that burned holes into his retina and marked him for life. What he didn't know then was how hard it would be to to quit the wantoning needs to behold her in all of her forms. A foolish college student who shied away from the deep connection that tethered them together. Had Griffin knew how lonely it would be watching her love being abused from the sidelines, he would have claim her love for his own when she offered it to him. Now, he chased her light like some specter in search for a the comforts of eternal damnation burning to a crisp. His scowl deepened at the slow rolling reports that ebbed in from his assistant. The restaurant seemed to grow more empty as the clock ticked closer to midnight. He couldn't bare to restrain himself for a moment longer before abandoning the chilled tumbler of whiskey on his desk to order his driver to bring him to her.

Drawing through the well dressed entrance, Griffin tipped his head towards the maître d'hôtel who quickly ushered him towards the blonde angel who traipsed through his every thought. A smile drew upon his lips at the billowing steam of her foodie weakness; Barbara loved her comfort staple in any form. Even the putrid imitation that came in a can. "...I did," he offered with such softness. Griffin opened the lower button on his suit jacket before sliding into the seat opposite her. "Can we get her another glass and bring out the wine I suggested. I'll take a whiskey neat." Griffin turned his gaze back to her. "You look beautiful, cheeks. Eat up, it'll get cold."

❝ 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁 ❞ 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙽

❝ 𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙾 𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙴 ❞ 𝙸 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙰𝚃 𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁

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The word despondent seemed too tame to describe the sinking sensation that was building in her gut as the minutes ticked by. With each flutter of her eyelashes, Barbara could still make out a vague outline of the hexagonal pattern that adorned the intimately placed tabletop she'd been staring at for the past hour and a half; yet, this was an improvement over the pitying looks that beheld her. She could only hope the dim lighting hid the glow of embarrassment tinting her cheeks. The air was dense with the rich aroma of seafood-infused dishes being served, and Babs struggled to suppress her gag reflex as it enveloped her senses. She had never been fond of seafood, but she knew how much Stuart adored the establishment's paella, and catering to her boyfriend's every whim had become second nature.

Another tap on her phone screen reinforced that her loving stream of messages were still unanswered.

Still, she attempted to keep her spirits up, her lips twisting into a strained smile as the waiter approached once more. A plate was placed on the table before her, drawing her gaze with an equal amount of interest and bewilderment; a beautifully arranged hill of pasta, lightly sauced with a touch less parsley than usual, accompanied by two large meatballs, each sliced in half. Precisely to her liking, yet she hadn't placed the order. "I'm so sorry, I didn't order this…"

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Goddamn sticky, prickly needles of death.. the list of profanity that rolled through his mind while he attempted to trim the branches of his mother's tree. Davis promised to help her decorate because this Christmas was going to be bigger than the last five; the entire Davis/Scott/Evans line would be coming over for dinner. Haley and Nathan Scott usually hosted but his mother felt inclined to fill up her week's schedule to "blow" their socks off. Davis nearly talked her out of purchasing this behemoth of a Norway Spruce but she refused; their old Christmas tree didn't pack the "Hallmark" meets "Snowy Chalet" vibe. Jude's voice cut through the Bing Crosby's iconic revelation but Davis elected to ignore him. "Did you see hers?" Davis peeked back at his twin with a cheeky grin through the throng of branches that hid him. "Can you give me a hand?"

"Davey is mom home?" The question echoed around the empty foyer as Jude closed the door behind him. Fuck, it's cold, he thought untying his scarf. He was careful not to hurt his injured hand. The one currently bandaged so tightly it was short of cutting off circulation to the rest of his body. The wound hurt like hell but Thuy had blown on it so he figured the pain would take its time to disappear after. "And before you try to ignore me I saw your car in the driveway," Pushing out of his boots and shrugging out of his wool winter coat, he continued to the den where he was sure Davey waited. The sound of the television greeted him and so did the hard yelp of his twin's shout. "Did you hear me?" he grit out not at all concerned with what Davis was currently doing.

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The drifting December winds coupled with the creeping warmth in her cheeks swept away the dreary melancholia from his bones. Milo Jagielski hung eternally on the inkiness of his existence. Whether it be a side effect of his gene pool or the land sized chip on his shoulder, Milo vowed to change. The lingering burden of the life that never came still carried on his shoulders but the pain had faded; if only because Lily's light illuminated the sad patch of soil that waited unturned in his chest. If arid land could be brought back from the valley death, why couldn't they? Milo more than enthusiastically accepted whatever she extended to him. Her hands like a life line to a man set adrift.

"You got it," he tipped his head with a ghosting grin. "Can you hand me the metal stake. We'll fill 'em up and I'll secure it down so Santa isn't blown into the next life." Milo held out his hand, a soft wiggle in his outstretched hands, waiting for an excuse to "accidentally" brush against hers.

"Yes," she stated...rather quickly. This, him stringing lights on her balcony and helping her blow up inflatable Santa, had been another excuse to hang out. Since her impromptu text message inviting him for dinner she'd been on this binge to see him more frequently. Always wanting more time after each encounter. She blamed all those sleepless nights she'd spent curled up in a ball missing him. Pursing her lips, she stood by the door and surveyed the area. Lights weaved down the columns in cherry array, not yet sparkling. Lily could already feel her neighbor's envy. Maybe this year she was being extra with all of her spontaneous decorations but she'd rather enjoy every second then let it go to waste. A realization a hard experience taught her.

Fanning his comment off with a tilt of her lips, she pushed off the door jam and closed the distance between them. "Maybe put some more air in him. That way the wind won't stand a chance."

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Does mental ill count? Andrés doused out the callous thought adjusting his grip on his medicine bag. He had hoped that with her reclamation into Savannah society would have lowered the frequency of these calls, he had lowered his defenses. Prue Darling just never learned. "Never say never," the low baritone dripped off his words. Andrés regrettable knew how fragile life could be and how foolish people became when drunk off the infinite infallibility of wealth and excess.

"If this isn't a medical emergency, I'll take my leave. Mrs. Litrell's water is due to break any moment now and she plans in delivering in her living room. I'd like to be closer to city limits, Prue." Andrés paused for a moment before cocking his head to the side. "You must not know the story about the girl who cried wolf. The outcome isn't desirable."

"I think what's equally as perplexing is the fact that you keep expecting it to be," as Prue gracefully stirred the contents of her afternoon cocktail with her straw, she slanted an capricious eyebrow at the doctor across from her to emphasize her counterargument. "I've never been ill or impaired a day in my life."

"I would have thought you'd caught on by now."

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"Is it safe for me to assume that dinner will come after I finish this?" Milo's expression softened in the wake of his the jest that warbled in his tone. His eyes greedily followed the faint smile that wormed its way onto Lily's lips as she studied his handy work. "If they come out cockeyed, I will blame the wind." @somedayistodayoth

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CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY as Luke in THE MERRY GENTLEMEN (2024) dir. Peter Sullivan

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"Either I've lost all concept of the profession or this is looking less and less like a house call than the last time."

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"You really need to get that thing fixed. We nearly froze to death last night. I thought my apartment in the city was bad." Courtney dragged each syllable with a grainy bass in her voice. "What's the big plan for today?"

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Aslıhan Malbora via instagram

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LILY COLLINS

Photographed by Justin Chung for Vogue

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MANNY JACINTO

Photographed by Tracy Nguyen for GQ and Gold House (July 17, 2024)

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Finn Cole

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Zoey Deutch for Instyle Mexico, September 2022.

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SYDNEY SWEENEY in Chloé AW24 in Beverly Hills 8/9/2024