if i could i'd cry (we've got incompatible star signs)

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title comes from baby queen's dover beach!

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“I can't believe she would do this to me!” Valerie wails, staring at her stuffed rabbit in her hands. “I mean seriously, THROUGH TEXT? on our ANNIVERSARY?”

Valerie is- no, sorry, WAS, in a happy, committed relationship until 3:17pm today. it all ended abruptly, when instead of the heart reaction text on her little “this is so us!” text coupled with a picture of two cats cuddling, she received a “can’t do this anymore”. Can’t do this anymore? What? Just thinking about it makes the tears come back to her eyes all over again, and she collapses into her fleece blankets. She doesn’t even know how to respond. Does she play the sappy instagram story post? The “fine.” text?

Tears well up in her eyes and she chooses the third option: bursting into tears and taking a nap. She’ll worry about this later, maybe with a sweet treat- no, definitely with a sweet treat.

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Genevieve (but please, call her Vivi) fiddles with the keys of her vehicle, flipping it in her hands, tossing them from one hand to the other. She’s waiting patiently in a parking lot, phone in her pocket. A text notification ping comes through her headphones, and she flips out her phone quickly to check, heart skipping a beat.


“Your order is ready for pick up.”

She whispers a “yes!” under her breath, before tucking her phone back into her pocket, walking quickly towards the bakery she had parked in front of. It was her and Valerie’s anniversary today, so she was intending to go all out. Taking off her headphones, she gives a smile and wave to the employee at the counter, before giving her order number. The employee smiles, ducking into the back room to pick up her cake. Humming, Vivi drums her fingers against the glass display case, glancing at the different pastries within the display to pass her time.

Let’s see… Cake? Check. Flowers? Working on it. Vivi smiles as she thinks about finally having the time to spend with Valerie, a warm feeling filling though her. Her mood dampens a bit when she remembers how traffic had held her up: she got trapped in rush hour, and had to quickly send a text to Valerie while she sat in her car. She had replied to the message she had sent earlier, saying “okay! see you at five <3 :3c”, typing a quick:


“can’t do this anymore”
“traffic will be late maybe 6”


Now thinking about it, Valerie didn’t respond yet. Probably asleep, Vivi reasons, her girlfriend did have a tendency of accidentally falling asleep. The employee comes back, placing down her cake on the counter. Vivi walks over, pays, and prays that she doesn’t run into traffic on her way to the flower store.

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Valerie couldn’t sleep. Giving up, she sits up, arranging all her plushies against the headboard of her bed like a counsel meeting. “We are going to figure this out! I will not let her do that to me with no explanation!” Why would she break up with me all of the sudden? Sure, they’ve been busier, but that was made up for with daily calls before bed. It can’t be that… Unless?

“I suppose that’s a place to start,” she mutters, “But there’s got to be something else..” She thinks again. “Do you guys think it’s because I can’t cook?” Her plushies sit there, silent. “I can cook! I swear!” Valerie pauses again, thinking harder. Oh my god. She can’t believe she didn’t check this earlier. “Do you think she realized our zodiac signs don’t pair well?!”

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Cake? Check. Flowers? Check. Traffic? Gone! Yes! Vivi cheers in her head, glancing at the time. She manages to pull up just a tiny bit late from the original time, at 5:17. She pulls out her phone to send a “I’m here!”, before her heart sinks.


“can’t do this anymore”

… and in her messaging bar, “traffic will be late maybe 6”

Oh no. Valerie is most definitely flipping out right now.


Vivi hits the doorbell about 5 times, a lump in her throat. Please open the door. As if on cue, Valerie opens the door…

[蛋黄月饼]

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CREDIT REEL
writing : home
art : 蛋黄月饼 + home on the side