(Y/N): Hey (Octavia wipes her tears) Octavia: Hey how did you find me. (Y/N): Your sinstagram. Nice pics by the way. Octaiva: Thanks. (sniffles) (Y/N): You know your dad's really worried about you. (Y/N sits next to Octavia on the ledge) Ocatcia: (Scoffs): Right! That's why you're here instead of him He couldn't be bothered to keep his promise‚ and now he can't be bothered to come and get me himself. He'd rather spend his time just screaming at my mum. He hates her more than he loves me. (snif)
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