[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"After all, it's one thing to run away when someone's chasing you. It's entirely another to be running all alone." - Jennifer E. Smith
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It was the first time in weeks that I smoked weed again. Somehow ironic, I used to smoke almost every day, the day was otherwise unbearable and I could only think of finally getting stoned. Now that a lot more fucked up things have happened I have completely forgotten about it.
I don't know why I didn't think of smoking weed earlier, probably because of Ash's company. I like spending time with her and after everything that happened I just wanted to retreat with her.
But while exploring my house today she found my old stash in a box and suggested smoking it.
And of course I was all in.
The thick smoke traveled down my throat and I kept it there for a moment until I breathed it out again. After that I passed the joint to Ash who accepted it with joyful eyes.
We had passed it around a few times already and the effect was starting to show on me. I felt much more relaxed and my thoughts slowed down, it was just what I needed right now.
Our last mission together was over two weeks ago. It all feels so far away and close at the same time. Time flies fast when you spend it with the right person.
Ash needed that time to come to terms with her father's death and I can't lie, I needed a little time to process it too. Although much less than she did, after all, my father had been dead to me for a long time.
It was kind of a strange feeling to sit on the couch in my living room, next to me the woman who killed my father and not to forget the same woman I love.
Love. You only really know what to do with the word when you have experienced it yourself. And fuck, I was so wrong then with my view of it, love doesn't make you weaker... it makes you fucking stronger.
Not only my body feels stronger, my mind does too. When Ashley is around me, which thankfully she pretty much always is, I feel stronger from the inside out.
I've never felt something like this before.
"Have you ever heard of twin flames?" spoke Ash suddenly, forcing me to snap out of my thoughts and look sideways at her.
She was focused on twirling the heavy H ring she had taken from me earlier on her fingers that were far too small for it. I liked seeing her with it though, it made my skin tingle in a good way.
