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Date Posted：02/26/2016 00:40 AMCopy HTML
| January 31st, 2016 - Sunday Mays Landing, New Jersey
Bryan looked on as his girlfriend, Psyche Devyne, packed her things. A smile crept over his face, she scurried around the room as she looked for her things. Bryan stood there, leaning on the doorway as he watched.
This is the point where Bryan realizes just exactly where their plan was going exactly right. The idea popping up into Psyche’s head a few weeks back.
“You going to stand there and watch my bum, love? Or are you going to actually help me.”
Bryan chuckled, stepping into the room as he started to help Psyche with her things. Bryan marveled at the size of Psyche’s bag, quickly realizing how many things she actually owned. He helped fold clothes, putting them away in an appropriate manner into her enormous luggage.
“How do you think this is going to go?”
”We’ve been over this before, many times. I can’t stand to be around them anymore, knowing that they could not give a shit.”
“I know, dear. It certainly hasn’t been fun these last few weeks.”
Bryan nodded, a sullen look on his face.
”I know you didn’t plan for...what happened to have happened, I’ve really tried to not let my stuff affect that. I’m doing my best to be your support, I can’t thank you enough for being mine.”
Psyche stops, looking over at Bryan. A smile crosses her face, something that he really hasn’t seen much of lately. Bryan smiles in return, the two exchanging a soft kiss before getting back to the task at hand.
”Gods, it’s like you’re packing your whole wardrobe here! Does Cyrus know you’re bringing your entire closet with you.”
Psyche rolls her eyes, slapping Bryan on the chest.
“Funny, I’m going to be there for a while. I can’t just bring a few things, Bryan.”
Bryan smiles, he sits on the bed while Psyche zips up her luggage.
”It’s going to be real boring here, without you.”
“Don’t pout, I know. Besides, it might do us some good to be away from each other for a while. We can really play this thing up, you know?”
”I can’t tell you how bad I just want to wallop him, it would be so much easier to just do it right there. Crowning Achievement, in front of everybody…”
“Not as impactful, love. You really need to break his spirit, know what I mean?”
Bryan lays there on the bed, watching as Psyche reaches into her pocket. The bright light of her phone illuminates her face, her fingers race across the screen. The message is out there now, the plan has been set into motion.
There is no going back.
Bryan walks Psyche to the door, the two share another embrace before she leaves. Bryan watches as Psyche heads into the taxi, loading her things into the back. She looks out to him, blowing him a kiss before entering the vehicle. Bryan watches as the taxi drives away, he stands there thinking.
”They got no fucking idea what’s coming…” |
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