Endless Addiction | Completed

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Ryder Kingston ||

Last day in hell.

I can't wait to go back home.

Don't get me wrong it was nice seeing my mother and showing Analia around.

But.

Seeing my dad and having him embarrass Analia, was the last thing I wanted to happen. Ever since I stepped foot on the porch, I've wanted to leave. After that fight with my dad, I've never wanted to leave somewhere more in my life.

The only highlight of this visit is seeing Analia and my mom bond.

That night everything went down I didn't go all the way upstairs. I ended up forgetting my phone downstairs on the table. So I was going to go get it and before I could move I heard Analia talking to my mom.

I heard everything.

I heard everything Analia said to my mom. Even though I was supposed to hear, how I was supposed to know till she said it? I also heard everything my mom said to Analia. What "I think about Analia."

And not one word was wrong.

Is it bad that I wish it was? It's just so fucking weird loving someone. It's even fucking weirder saying it.

I love Analia.

Woah.

Now that's crazy.

It's not that I don't wish I loved her, it's just it's a weird feeling. Having this loving feeling for someone else, aside from yourself, is weird. I've had an ex-girlfriend but I never loved her. I don't think. Now that I've come to realize it. I loved the idea of her but just not her. She ended up cheating on me anyways. But the way I feel for Analia, it's completely different.

It's so weird to think about this all in my head while the person I love is laying on my chest, sound asleep.

I brush the piece of hair in front of her face to get a better view.

I wouldn't trade it for the world to live in this moment forever. This is where I wanna stay. With her next to me.

Her arms are wrapped around my torso, like a koala.

Hm.

My little koala. What the fuck am I saying? I think I'm completely losing it.

My hands move down to her back and I lightly trace my fingers. She slightly moves in closer to me squishing her face more.

No one will or ever compare to her.

Yeah.

Her head moves up facing me and her eyes open slightly. The ends of her mouth go slowly up. "Morning."

"Morning, how'd you sleep?" I ask her.

"Mm, good. You have a double chin from this angle."

A laugh escapes my mouth and my head flys back. She says the most random things.

"And you have drool on your face."