Of love and lies

9

*Freya's POV*

✨Smut✨

lower

and lower

and lower.

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Falling from the tall building was so peaceful. My soul finally felt at peace. Sighing when I'm less than 100 feet from the ground. "Goodbye world" I whisper softly. My back slams into the hard ground, making me whimper in white hot pain. Squeezing my eyes, I feel the darkness enveloping me like a blanket.

Soon enough, I feel the numbness and acceptance of death washing over me. Allowing me to finally be taken, I let go. I let go of all the pain, suffering, depression, people all of it. There's nothing left for me. I have no family, no friends. Nothing is holding me back from the death I have been so desperately craving for years. So I let go.

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"Baby, wake up. It's Vincenzo. Please wake up for me." I hear a panicked voice softly talking into my ear. I feel my body being violently shaken, waking me. I slowly open my eyes so see a worried Vincenzo above me. His eyes leaking uncontrollably, swirling with anger and... worry? Looking around I notice that I am no longer on the pavement infront of the building, but in the grass. What? Why am I here?

Oh. It was a dream.

When I see that he is holding my body in his arms, I gasp loudly and scrambling to get away from him. Feeling embarrassed that he had to hold my heavy body in his lap. "I'm sorry I was heavy. You can go, I'm alright." I rush out quickly, not wanting any attention on me from others, let alone this greek god. I can feel my cheeks beginning to tint from the sudden commotion. His eyebrows furrow and his eyes hold anger within them. "What? No. I need to take you home. You aren't well." His voice holds a certain emotion that I damn well know that he is faking. Looking away, I mess with my hands trying to calm down. When I hear him grumble, I look up to his angular face. But the sight I see, makes me gasp.

"Why are you crying?" I question, not understanding his sudden change of mood. Seriously, his mood swings give me fucking whiplash. He looks wilding confused, wiping his cheeks with his hand, looking surprised. I guess he didn't know he was crying. I look at the grass, breaking the eye contact. "I was scared" he mumbles, looking embarrassed. This stirs something deep within me.  I haven't had someone care for me like this in a very long time.

I fling myself into his arms, lodging my face into the crook of his neck breathing in, having his smell take over all of my senses. His muscular arms wrapped around my body, shielding me from the world. He rubs my back softly, running his calloused hand up and down my back, soothing me. He just holds me like there's no tomorrow. Like there's not a care in the world. And I love that feeling. I feel high from it. We rock softly, absolutely loving the feeling of having one another wrapped around each other.

He is so intoxicating. I always feel so drunk with emotions when he's around. He takes over everything. But I don't mind when it comes to Vincenzo. He can take everything and the kitchen sink and I wouldn't mind, if it meant I could be around him for five minutes, and that scares the living shit out of me. But I'm not running this time. I'm going to be selfish, and take what I fucking deserve. I need this. Badly.

We sit like this for hours. Not wanting to move, neither of us make the decision to get up. I most certainly don't want to ruin this. And I'm guessing that he doesn't want to either. I hear him sigh softly into my ear, slowing standing up not letting me go. He holds me while crossing the street, going to the car. He grumbles before letting me go, putting me into the car. I was tempted to just sit in his lap while he drives, but I don't want him to lose circulation.