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dailysturm · 9 months
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LACEY STURM — Reconcile (2023)
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theflyleaffamily · 1 year
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bimyheel · 11 months
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What's Lacey Mosley doing nowadays?
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shadowcatgirl09 · 4 months
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Last week must have been wild for me cuz I completely forgot to watch Found. Anyway I just watched the episode; all I can say is what the f***?? I can't describe what I just experienced here. It definitely feels like Sir does not see Gabi like his daughter anymore. They truly have this really really confusing behind chemistry going on.
You can't have lines like we belong together we're partners tell me you love me and still be like oh this is not sexual in the slightest. It sure as hell ain't platonic or familial either. But I can't even get mad because they were the whole reason I got into the show in the first place. It's just leaving me with a headache because of all the confusion. I wasn't expecting him to hate Lacey though.
Also are they trying to start something between Zeke and Lacey? I honestly wouldn't care either way but man it is going to be awkward in their office if any of them become involved. Though I do like that Lacey and Dhan both see Zeke's place as a safe space.
I didn't see the promo but apparently Lacey is going to confront Gabi and I need to see how this plays out. It's been a long time coming.
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windshield91 · 2 months
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A five season plan.
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Full interview here
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thewritingofamadwoman · 5 months
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Hate To Watch You Go, But Love To Watch You Leave
A/N: Brett Dalton has my heart and watching him be all flirty and give heart eyes to the stunning Gabi Mosley in NBC’s show Found has me giggling like a school girl. Thought I’d toss in my two cents with an OC included in the fun of Episode 4.
Let me know what you think! 🤗
Pairing: Mark Trent x reader (no descriptions used but feminine pronouns are used by other characters when describing the reader).
Warnings: fluff! And a bit of harmless flirting.
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I stepped out of my house and turned back to lock the front door. As I was done securing it, the car waiting for me by the curb honked loudly. I offered a middle finger behind me before walking down towards the car and smiling at the driver. Dhan smirked at me and rolled his eyes as I opened the passenger door and sat myself down.
“Was the beeping necessary?” I asked, buckling myself in as Dhan took off.
“Absolutely, annoying is my favorite past time. Was flipping me off necessary?” he said with a deadpan expression, his voice mocking mine. I scoffed at him but smiled nonetheless. Dhan and I were always like this, teasing and annoying each other to the point where people naturally assumed we were siblings. Truth is, Dhan was my best friend. Ever since we started working at Mosley & Associates, Dhan and I were inseparable. I turned back to look at him as we drove to our destination.
“Thank you for picking me up, the mechanic swears that my car should be ready by Monday at the lastest,” I smiled sweetly at Dhan as he rolled his eyes playfully once more.
“You sure it isn’t because you want a guaranteed designated driver so you can get smashed?”
I laughed, shrugging.
“I mean, I was being genuine but be careful cause I might just take you up on that. You ready for another rousing team bonding night?” I teased, knowing that he would rather be doing anything else than playing silly board games at Zeke’s house.
The whole team bonding experience was curated by Lacey, who truly was a sweetheart, and wanted everyone to come together and celebrate a night without any cases to solve. A night where we could let loose and just enjoy each others company. I thought it was a genius idea; things often got too dark in our line of work and a night of inebriated fun sounded like heaven. Every 3rd Friday night of the month, we would all meet up at Zeke’s house for booze, food, board games, charades and even karaoke.
Dhan huffed out a laugh, turning onto Zeke’s block.
“Whatever you say, Short Stop.”
I gave him another middle finger while we searched for parking. We finally found a great spot down the block and walked up to Zeke’s side door. It seemed that the door already ajar with laughter and music seeping through. Lacey was the first to spot us and ran over to me with two beers in hand.
“Yessss the team is all here! Just one more person to go and then we can get this shit started. I’ve only had one drink and I need to rectify that ASAP.”
I laughed while Dhan took his first swig, thanking Lacey for the drink. I went around giving everyone while asking Lacey what she meant.
“One more person? Who else is coming?”
I plopped down on the couch as Lacey answered, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
“Oh you know, just Trent.”
The look she was giving me screamed “the cat caught the canary” and I could only smile. Lacey has been doing her absolute BEST to try and get Mark Trent and I together for the majority of this past year. Little did she know, he and I were already in a secret little situation-ship of our own. We had been keeping it quiet, not wanting to let anyone into our own bubble for as long as we could help it.
I kept a neutral face and smiled back at Lacey, ignoring her suggestive glances.
“Oh is he? That’s great, it’ll be an amazing ego boost for me when I kick ALL of your asses at Catan.”
Lacey gave an annoyed huff and I took a generous swig of my beer. Dhan groaned out loud and I looked back at him.
“Why the fuck does the cop have to be here? He’s pompous as shit.”
I laughed loudly and Gabi chuckled from across the room. Dhan hasn’t been Trent’s biggest fan for quite some time now, but his dislike only seemed to intensify over the past few months when Trent and I got together. Of course he didn’t know we had gotten together, but it just seemed that Dhan’s brotherly figure senses kicked in magically and he felt the need to always make a snarky comment about Trent.
“Remind me again why you don’t like him?” Margaret asked from her spot by the fridge.
“He’s annoying as fuck and I don’t know if anyone else can see it, but he just eye fucks Short Stop over here any chance he gets. It’s kind of disgusting.”
I almost spit my drink out and snorted out a laugh while Lacey rebutted before I could speak.
“Disgusting? I think it’s hot, he clearly has a crush on our girl here. And he’s such a nice guy, always helping us out,” she smiled at me again, winking as if that was the selling point that would make me finally jump into Trent’s arms.
“I can’t help it if he stares, have you seen me? Fucking gorgeous!” I teased, standing up and giving a little shimmy while I walked to the kitchen to grab the bowl full of chips.
The sound of Zeke’s door opening caught my attention and I looked up, crunching on a chip as I did so. Mark Trent popped his head in and smiled, holding up a two cases of beer as he walked in.
“Hey guys,” he smiled in greeting, nodding at everyone. He hugged Gabi on the way to the kitchen counter to place beer cases down. I smiled at him, and he walked around the counter to say hello with a hug. I took in a breath after wrapping my arms around him, inhaling his cologne and smiling to myself. He gave me a gentle squeeze before pulling back.
“Hi,” I said sweetly as he smiled back.
“Hey you,” he said before addressing the rest of the team.
“I caught the tale end of whatever conversation was going on here before I walked in. Who’s gorgeous?”
Before I could reply, Lacey spoke up. I could see Dhan rolling his eyes and turning around to tune out the conversation.
“Our girl! I mean look at her, isn’t she just stunning, Trent?”
I blushed and threw a chip at Lacey as she pointed at me, and Zeke’s chuckled loudly at her ridiculous attempt at playing matchmaker. Trent looked back at me, a twinkle in his eye as he smirked and gave me a quick once over.
“Yeah, she’s alright.”
I let out a incredulous laugh and slapped Trent’s shoulder. “Dick,” I laughed again and moved away from him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back, laughing as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me in close.
“I’m just kidding, you’re beautiful.”
I beamed under his praise, his voice melting my heart. I stared up at him, loving how his brown eyes shined with mirth as he stared right into my own. We smiled at each other, forgetting where we were for a split second before a loud cough from Dhan’s brought us back to reality.
“Anyyyyy way, who’s ready to play! Guys verse girls, let’s go ladies!”
Lacey dragged me and Gabi towards the couches to get settled. I was laughing before my eyes connected with Gabi, who had a smirk on her lips. She quirked her eyebrow at me as if she knew something. I gave her an innocent smile and ignored her stare as we began to play.
Hours went by and we were having the best night. We were all slightly buzzed and finally relaxed. I had gotten up at some point to use the bathroom and retuned back to find that the only seat free was by Trent. The rest of the gang was busy watching Zeke and Margaret battle each other in Mario Kart on one of the giant flat screens. I plopped down next to Trent and smiled at him. The feeling of his thigh pressed against mine and his arm tossed nonchalantly over the couch behind me warmed my heart again. I suppressed a shivered, loving the idea of being close to him physically while everyone else was none the wiser. Almost as if he had read my thoughts, Trent leaned down to speak to me.
“Hey,” he whispered, eyes full of happiness.
“Hi,” I whispered back. “Having fun?”
Trent shrugged and nodded, looking back at the team as they all cheered Margaret on.
“Yeah, it’s fun. Everyone’s nice, even Dhan mellowed out after giving me dirty looks all night. What the hell is that about?”
I giggled and looked back to see Dhan place his hands on Zeke’s shoulders, shouting at him to speed up.
“Yeah, apparently he doesn’t like the way you “eye fuck” me,” I said nonchalantly but gave him a teasing look. I leaned in a little closer, the alcohol in my system making me braver in this current setting. “Is that what you do, Trent? You like eye fucking me?” I said sultrily, looking at him with a small smile on my face.
Trent’s eyes tracked from my lips back to my eyes and he gave me a playful smirk, leaning closer to me as well. The arm that was behind me on the couch moved closer, Trent’s fingers playing gently with the bottom of my ponytail.
“Okay, so what if I do like eye fucking you. You have a problem with that?” He said, licking his lips and giving me a smile that made my knees weak. I giggled and looked back behind me to make sure everyone else was still preoccupied with Mario Kart before speaking.
“I don’t have a problem with it. Gonna demonstrate how you do it?” I teased and reached up to fix the collar of his checkered button down. Trent adjusted his position on the couch to face me even more and leaned closer, making my smile wider.
“I could…or I could get you alone and demonstrate a different type of fuc-“ He was cut off by the loud sound of Margaret, Gabi and Lacey cheering while Dhan and Zeke groaned. Trent and I straightened out, both of us with stupid smiles on our faces. I got up to go join the girls, but before I did, I leaned back to whisper in Trent’s ear.
“Maybe you can show me that demonstration you were talking about later at your place…” I winked at him and walked away, swaying my hips just as tad more than usual before leaning my chin on Lacey’s shoulder. In that moment, I knew that Trent probably hated to see me go, but I know damn well that he loved to watch me leave.
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lesbianneopolitan · 4 months
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how about #69 for the spotify wrapped? :P
Spotify Wrapped Meme Thing
If it was one of the slutty songs I would laugh, but it ISN'T
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tenderbittersweet · 3 months
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My 2023 New-to-Me Media Wrap-Up
Movies
History of the World, Part 1 (★★★)
A Man Called Otto (★★★★)
The Beguiled (★★★★)
Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny (★★★★★)
Everything Everywhere All at Once (★★★★)
Oppenheimer (★★★★★)
Barbie (★★★★★)
Bullet Train (★★★)
Other People (★★★)
A Haunting in Venice (★★★★)
Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid (★★★★)
Death on the Nile – 2022 (★★★)
Death on the Nile – 2004 (★★★)
The Woman in Black (★★★)
Worth (★★★★)
The Woman in White (★★★★)
Murder on the Orient Express (★★★★★)
Santa Claus is Coming to Town (★★★)
Happiest Season (★★★)
The Other Boleyn Girl (★★★)
Maggie Moore(s) (★★★★★)
T.V. Shows
Ghosts S4-S5 (★★★★★)
Suits S1-S8 (★★★)
The Great S2-S3 (★★★)
The Bear S2 (★★★★★)
Mildred Pierce – Mini-series (★★★)
Fisk S1 (★★★★★)
Call the Midwife S12 (★★★★)
Over the Garden Wall (★★★★★)
Wolf Hall (★★★★★)
Books
Nobody is Ever Missing by Catherin Lacey (★★)
Magic Lessons by Alice Hoffman (★★★★)
Beowulf (★★★★)
Speak No Evil by Uzodinma Iweala (★★)
This One Summer by Jillian & Mariko Tamaki (★★★)
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight (★★★★)
Zami by Audre Lorde (★★★)
Faustus by Christopher Marlowe (★★★)
Fun Home by Alison Bechdel (★★★)
Othello by William Shakespeare (★★★★)
Dawn by Elie Wiesel (★★★)
Oroonoko by Aphra Behn (★★★)
One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston (★★★)
Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen (★★★★)
Clover by Dori Sanders (★★)
Passing by Nella Larson (★★★★)
Seize the Day by Saul Bellow (★★★)
Daisy Miller by Henry James (★★★★)
The Turn of the Screw x2 by Henry James (★★★★)
Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde x2 by Robert Louis Stevenson (★★★★)
To a God Unknown by John Steinbeck (★★★)
The Yellow Wallpaper & Other Writings by Charlotte Perkins Gilman (★★★★)
How to Stop Time by Matt Haig (★★)
The Living by Annie Dillard (★★★)
Heartstones by Ruth Rendell (★★★)
The Law & the Lady by Wilkie Collins (★★★)
The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle (★★★★)
Cane by Jean Toomer (★★★★)
Our Dark Academia by Adrienne Raphel (★★)
A Murder is Announced by Agatha Christie (★★★)
Wieland by Charles Brockden Brown (★★★★★)
The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammet (★★★★)
The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler (★★★)
E is for Evidence by Sue Grafton (★)
Devil in a Blue Dress by Walter Mosley (★★)
Podcasts
Rehash (★)
Normal Gossip (★★)
Noble Blood (★★★★★)
Lore (★★★)
Fuckbois of Literature (★★★)
Stuff You Missed in History Class (★★★★)
If Books Could Kill (★★★★)
Wilder by Glynnis MacNicol (★★★★★)
Documentaries
Anna Nicole: You Don’t Know Me (★★★)
Tiny Shoulders: Rethinking Barbie (★★★★)
Defending My Life (★★★★★)
Plays
The Last Living Gun (★★★)
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Obikin Playlist
You're Not Sorry- Taylor Swift
Midnight Rain- Taylor Swift
If This Was A Movie- Taylor Swift
Brave Faces, Everyone- Spanish Love Songs
Famous Blue Raincoat- Leonard Cohen
Empty Bed- Cavetown
If I Killed Someone For You- Alec Benjamin
Haunted- Taylor Swift
Take Me Away- Nico Collins
Be Somebody- Thousand Foot Krutch
Still- Daughter
The Drug In Me Is You- Falling In Reverse
Fire And Ice- Olivia Bray
Broken Pieces- Apocalyptica (ft. Lacey Mosley)
I'm Yours- The Script
Deathbeds- Bring Me The Horizon
Mastermind- Taylor Swift
The Great War- Taylor Swift
Justify- Saint Asonia
Follow You- Bring Me The Horizon
Together Again- Evanescence
My Tears Ricochet- Taylor Swift
The Last Of The Real Ones- Fall Out Boy
Forever Winter- Taylor Swift
Lullaby- Nickelback
Another Life- Motionless In White
Habits- Genevieve Stokes
Stone- Jaymes Young
Out Of The Woods- Taylor Swift
Snow- Ricky Montgomery
All Too Well- Taylor Swift
Happiness- Taylor Swift
Marjorie- Taylor Swift
Cardigan- Taylor Swift
The Grudge- Olivia Rodrigo
Clean- Taylor Swift
Bad Blood- Taylor Swift
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c-u-r-v-e-s · 7 months
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Lacey Mosley.
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dailysturm · 8 months
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“For just one second I felt whole, as you flew right through me...”
LACEY STURM © David Camacho | Inkcarceration Festival 2023
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theflyleaffamily · 1 year
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Flyleaf just re-released their self-titled debut album, with new/previously unreleased songs like Tina, Justice and Mercy, and Much Like Falling!
Could this be the start of a Flyleaf resurgence?
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paramorefold · 4 years
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tegaladwen1973 · 3 years
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I just want to make an appreciation post for Lacey Sturm. She has been such an inspiration for me, and I have yet to find one of her songs that hasn't touched my soul.
For those of you don't know Lacey Sturm, she was an atheist who was dealing with depression. She planned to kill herself one day, but her grandmother forced her to go church. She didn't die that day. She converted to Christianity, and survived. Lacey Sturm has shown me that no matter how hard it gets, or how far from God you stray, He still loves you and cares for you.
Lacey Sturm has given me a reason to carry on in some of my darkest days. Lacey Sturm has helped bring me closer to God, and I don't believe I'll ever forget that.
If you want to listen to some of her music, she's a heavy rock artist. I've put some of my favourite songs below, some of which are from when she was in the band Flyleaf.
Circle - Flyleaf
State Of Me - Lacey Sturm
All Around Me - Flyleaf
Take The Bullets Away - We As Human ft. Lacey Sturm
There For You - Flyleaf
Life Screams - Lacey Sturm
The Reason - Lacey Sturm
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black-arcana · 5 years
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A thousand shards of glass You pushed beneath my skin And left me lying there to bleed
Apocalyptica - Broken Pieces
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'Verse: Box Boy Universe Story: Just Acting
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Bethany sleeps right there on the grimy carpet, naked and cold and hurting. The house is dark, but her dreams are bright with the white, white light that never dims and never goes away.
In the morning she is woken by Kyle tripping over her.
She creeps, aching, into his room to retrieve her clothes. Deep, dark bruises have formed across her hips, and fainter ones on her wrists and ankles and knees where they knocked against the bed frame. Just struggling into her clothes takes monumental effort.
Her whole body hurts and shakes too much to be useful, so she spends the rest of the day slinking around hiding in corners from Miss Mosley’s ire.
Most of it she spends in the little utility room behind the kitchen. It’s her favourite room. Unlike the window above the kitchen sink, which shows only a slice of weathered fence barely more interesting than the blinds in Mr. Green’s house, the window in the utility room looks out onto the garden behind the house.
On a normal day, Bethany spends a lot of time peering out into the overgrown square of dense grass and weeds and foliage. If she’s caught it’s easy to pretend she’s in the utility room for a good, busy reason. Behind the weeds is the grey wall of the garage, and behind that the bare branches of winter trees reach for the sky. 
Today she is not even pretending to be busy. She wedges herself into the gap under the countertop with her back against the tumble dryer, well out of the way of the occupants of the house, and she just lets her mind drift. She only leaves her spot for bathroom trips, and returns straight to it after.
Halfway through the morning, the rain starts. Bethany likes when it rains. She likes to watch it. But the window onto the garden is small and awkwardly high up, and today she cannot face the exertion it takes to lean over the counter and look out through it.
The sound, loud on the flat roof above her, is still soothing.
She doesn’t come out to eat at lunchtime, even though her stomach growls. She listens to the clatter of plates and the chatter of voices, and she stays put. Tears trickle down her cheeks.
For a little while she wonders if she can just stay under here until Liv comes back for her. No one seems to care.
But she does want to be good, she does.
The third member of Kyle’s household is a man that the others call Stefan. He doesn’t talk to the pet, or react to her nervous attempts to flirt. The closest she has come to real interaction was when he saw that she had nearly finished working through the stacks of plates in the kitchen, and brought down another stack from upstairs for her to wash.
The others come and go by the front door, but when Stefan leaves for work in the evenings – all dressed in leather with a helmet under his arm – he uses the back door, which is in the kitchen. Most days it’s the only time she sees him at all.
Today he steps into the utility room to grab something she can’t make out from the shelf by the door, and for a second he locks eyes with Bethany where she’s hiding. She softens her expression from a miserable frown into a softer, prettier moue.
Stefan leaves without another word, and she hears the back door click behind him a moment later.
He uses a key when he lets himself back in in the mornings, Bethany hears it turn in the lock. But he doesn’t need a key to let himself out in the evening. The door just opens.
Once he’s gone, the house is quiet. Kyle is out, and Miss Mosley either went with him or she’s upstairs. If she’s in her room, she won’t be back downstairs tonight. It’s safe for Bethany to come out, if she wants to.
She listens to the creaks that the house makes as it settles in the evening. The sounds of wood shifting, the refrigerator hum, the strange knocking behind the walls that Bethany can only guess must be the plumbing.
When she finally uncurls, all her limbs are stiff and she can’t feel her feet.
She helps herself to a little bread and butter, not too much, and eats it standing up in the kitchen before slinking into the living room to sleep.
Mostly she sleeps on the floor under the table. It keeps her safe from being stepped on, and it doesn’t smell as bad as the sofa. But with her whole body aching for a soft surface, today she chooses the dubious comfort of the sour-smelling cushions.
When dawn brings harsh white sunlight and the jangle of Miss Mosley’s alarm clock, the pet rolls off the sofa without hesitation.
Is it the eleventh day today, since Liv left her here? The twelfth? Only the tenth?
She fixes her hair as best as she can using her fingers and the mirror in the front hall. While Miss Mosley showers, Bethany clears a space on the table for her breakfast and sets out a clean bowl and spoon. Once Miss Mosley comes downstairs, the pet goes upstairs to wash.
She’s careful now, not to use too much water. It’s not difficult. She knows how to get clean quickly and efficiently just as well as she knows how to make a show of lathering up. 
Her clothes are really starting to smell, and she doesn’t know what to do about that.
Back downstairs she scurries past Miss Mosley where she’s sprawled across the sofa, into the kitchen to make herself useful. Her delicate Romantic hands are getting chapped and sore from all the cleaning, but it keeps Miss Mosley’s attention off her, and it gives her something to do all day. Besides, Kyle barely looks at her hands, he doesn’t seem to care if they stay beautiful.
She washes up Miss Mosley’s breakfast bowl and the dishes that she didn’t do yesterday, then she cleans the sink and the countertops and the top of the cooker. And all the while she casts glances at the back door.
It’s not locked from the inside.
Good pets don’t go anywhere they aren’t invited. Good pets certainly don’t leave the building without permission.
Good pets also don’t mind being used how they’re meant to be used.
She finds herself crying again.
When Miss Mosley finally leaves the house, Bethany is only too glad to stop working and just lay down on the floor. The tiles are mostly clean, she scrubbed them just the other day. They’re cold under her body, but the cold feels nice against her still-aching muscles. She rolls over – wincing – and lets it soak into her bruised hips and her stomach.
And she thinks about the back door.
She doesn’t mean to be bad, not really. No one said she couldn’t go out in the garden.
She’s alone in the house, and Stefan won’t get back for at least two hours. Romantics aren’t meant to be left alone. 
No one will ever know.
She turns the latch just like she’s watched Stefan do. It feels like it should be difficult but it isn’t. The door swings easily open. 
There’s a step down from the house to the outside. With one foot still on the kitchen tiles, Bethany lowers the other carefully onto the leaf-clogged doormat outside. The bristles push mud up between her toes. She shudders, but the disgust is drowned out by the thrill.
She closes the door behind herself and steps out further. The air is shockingly cold, but fresh on her tongue. Here in the garden, the smell of wet mulch and old wood and green growing things is stronger than the background tarmac-and-exhaust stink of the city. The path is wet, a thin layer of moss squelching beneath the soles of her feet, but the rough concrete is firm beneath.
Giddy, the pet skips forwards. The dense thicket that passes for a lawn is too choked with stinging nettles for her to want to step into it, but she catches a blade of green grass between her fingers, then the broad leaf of a weed. She looks directly up into the wintry blue sky. The early morning light edges the sparse clouds with gold. 
Tears well up and spill down the sides of the pet’s face, but she is grinning. She spins a little, head still tipped back, until she has to catch herself against the licheny fence. The wood is coarse under her hand, different from any of the indoor surfaces.
Somewhere nearby, a bird is singing, with a voice as sweet and pure as sunlight.
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