By the end of our first month as a couple, Callum and I had been on many dates. My feelings for him were stronger than ever, he was the apple of my eye - and I was sure he felt the same way about me. My job at the Coffee shop was no longer a draining, meaningless way to realise my childhood dream. It had become a privilege that I would look forward to when I woke up in the morning. I finally had a muse, someone I could sing about and actually mean the words to the songs. Callum was my muse, Callum was the reason I was feeling so inspired. He came to see me perform twice a week in our first month, I remember feeling the excitement boil within me each time he walked through the door.
The regulars would often see us kiss and make those 'ooooo' noises - you know, the ones that the immature kids make in the playground when they find out who's crushing on who. I didn't mind the noises, because - if I'm honest- I did feel like a kid again. I had a childlike essence about me, a lifted spirit. My mother, father and sister had noticed a change in me.
One particular afternoon when I stopped at my mother's for lunch, she couldn't help but attempt to scratch beneath the surface - but I wasn't having any of it.
"Tahlia, baby - you're glowing." she said, staring at me.
"Glowing?" I giggled anxiously. I knew the follow up question to that statement, I'd heard her say it to my sister many times before.
"You're not..." she began, I interrupted her before she had the chance to complete her question.
"No. I am not pregnant!" I yelled at her, flustered.
I was extremely freaked out by that question. So freaked out, in fact, that I left my mother's house without saying another word. I wasn't ready to look after a baby. I could barely look after myself properly.
That same day, Callum visited me at home for the first time. He had texted me, just before I got back and asked if he could come over in an hour. Of course, I couldn't say no - although I was perfectly aware that my flat was in a stinky mess. My home was being neglected, because I had been spending so much time at Callum's.
Callum lived in an extremely spacious, two bedroom, luxury apartment. It was certainly worth over a million. The first time I saw his luxury apartment, it became extremely clear to my why he had been at the coffee shop. He was filthy rich - FILTHY rich.
I wanted to impress Callum with my crowded, one bedroom flat. I had to make it look as homey as possible. I didn't want him to think I was with some sort of peasant. One month in; and he was already messing with my mind. I tidied up the flat, and I have to say, I did a decent job.
I heard the doorbell go, and knew it was him. My heart was pounding, why was I so nervous? I opened the door; there he was - smirking at me. "Hey beau." he purred. His voice was so soothing. "Come in gorgeous." I purred right back at him.
He stepped inside, I could see the disgust on his face. Yet, he decided to spare my feelings. I was upset that he had lied at the time, but now I'd do anything for him to spare my feelings."Nice place T." he murmured as he threw his jacket onto the chair. Before I had time to confront him for lying and for throwing his jacket onto my sofa, he lunged forward and kissed me.
All of a sudden, the world around us was non-existent. We were lost in the kiss, well at least I was. We broke the kiss for a split second as I pushed him onto the couch. I leapt on top of him, and we continued kissing. I liked the direction in which our interactions were heading. I had never felt that way about anyone before. I got off of his lap, took him by the hand and led him into my bedroom.
It was a special night, an extremely special night. I felt something special that night, it was then - I knew I was ready.
We lay in bed together. I rested my head upon his chest as he stroked my cheek. Butterflies flew around my stomach and I kissed his neck, before saying "Be my boyfriend."
He pulled my head up by my chin, looked me straight in the eye and replied, "There is no one else I'd rather be with, there is no other girl in the world for me. Of course I'll be your boyfriend beau."
His affection, his kiss - that was all I longed for.
He was my boyfriend. Callum had become my boyfriend.
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"She's dead!"
General Fiction"She's deeaaaaaaad!"... I hear her screech. I'm not dead, not yet anyway, although, he has taken my life. He has burned out every last spark within me, devoured any remaining ounce of hope. I am nothing, so I suppose I am better off dead.
