[ sleep didn't come often nor kindly to brooke for, well, as long as she can remember now. when phone buzzes softly against her nightstand, for a moment she debates ignoring it, small breath let out through her nose as she thumbs across a sketch she'd mindlessly fallen into, however curiosity wins out.
so maybe theres the faintest smile curling her lips at the name illuminating her screen. maybe. not that she'd admit it. ]
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so maybe theres the faintest smile curling her lips at the name illuminating her screen. maybe. not that she'd admit it. ]
i suppose for you i could be.