Going 2 Bali for a few days (weeks?). Can u pls check for mail n leave the rent at the bungz? Thx miss you Xx.
Leona re-read the text from Sailor again after rolling out of bed. Xx? Miss you? This sounded nothing like the Sailor that Leona thought she knew, but then again, it was hard to know who she had just spent the last 10 months with.
Their breakup wasn't super fresh anymore—it had been almost 6 weeks—but Leona was still trying to process and make sense of the situation. They had met the typical millennial/Gen-Zer way: Sailor slid into Leona's Instagram DMs. Sailor's message had stood out to Leona amidst a sea of horny men (and women) sprinkled with the occasional (sometimes more than occasional) hate messages telling her to stop promoting unhealthy lifestyles or just the plain kill yourself fat bitch.
Leona ran a body positive YouTube channel and Instagram and had amassed a wealth of followers and branding deals to promote over the years. She ran in the same circle with a lot of relatively well-known YouTubers and influencers and was starting to get used to the attention. Her content usually consisted of trying out new and emerging beauty projects and showcasing plus sized brands, but she dabbled into more serious educational and political content once in a while and sometimes invited local activists to come onto her channel to give them a platform. That was how Leona met Sailor, a non-binary LGBTQ+ advocate who had DMed her about the possibility of discussing the shutdown of a city shelter for homeless LGBTQ+ youth.
When they first started dating, Sailor had a small following of their own, mostly on Instagram. It was Leona that had encouraged them to set up a YouTube channel to discuss non-binary issues and Leona that had forced Sailor to come to hangouts with other influencers and YouTubers. Once Sailor's social media started to blow up, they became less and less of the hopeful activist Leona had fallen for and more of the prototypical influencer type. Their conversations had shifted from where the next rally would be to how much Sailor could squeeze out of brands looking for their promotion on their site. Sailor had convinced Leona to go halfsies on a long-term AirBnB rental, a professionally decorated one-bedroom apartment, in a secluded little development that one of their new acquaintances had told them about. Neither of them lived in the bungalow, but both took advantage of the property for their social media profiles.
Leona hadn't been back to the bungalow since the breakup in fear of running into Sailor there. The breakup had been public—Sailor and Leona did a joint video letting their followers know that they were parting ways, amicably, Sailor's idea of course.
Truthfully, it hadn't been super amicable, nor had it been mutual. Leona had actually broken up with Sailor and Sailor hadn't taken it well. After she had told Sailor she wanted to take some time apart, Leona drove around the city for an hour to let Sailor cool off a little bit. When she walked back into the bungalow to talk it out, there was Sailor half undressed on the living room rug, crouched between the open naked legs of an influencer friend Leona had introduced them too, tongue deep in her pussy. Neither had even stopped what they were doing when Leona walked in and she was sure that they hadn't skipped a beat when she promptly walked out slamming the door behind her.
When Leona got to the bungalow, the kitchen table was crowded with unopened packages addressed to her. It had been weeks since she had posted any new content, relying on old videos and photos she had shot and decided not to post at the time. It was a beautiful day outside and the bungalow was filled with natural light, so Leona set up her tripod and camera equipment and started unboxing to see what she had in stock to work with.
