Loving is such a weird human concept. You can either love someone or you can hate them.
There's no in-between except apathy and when you reach that level of indifference it means that you don't care.
I cared, I really cared about them. I cared about...
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𝐗𝐈𝐈 - A Proposition
All I could remember was the blinding lights on us and then the adrenaline flowing through my veins... When this morning, I took the pamphlet about the concert that would take place within a week, I realized how important everything I had was to me.
All I could do to think about something else was pack up the last deliveries scheduled for the next month at the bookstore. The time seemed to pass slowly as I packed another delivery box.
Everything seemed so boring until the phone rang and Aaron's voice sounded at the other end of the line.
"What time do you get off work?" He said in a deep voice.
My gaze went to the clock hanging above the front door of the store, I wasn't done at any time soon.
I had been working overtime to pay off the last of the debts that were currently burning holes in my bank account. I could consider getting a better-paying job, but with my education, some doors in the work world are closed to me.
"Nine o'clock tonight... A problem?" I asked as I continued to stare at the slowly moving clock hand. "Uhm..." He said, as he considered this new piece of information. The slight silence that seemed to want to take place disappeared as he resumed what he was about to say. "Be ready outside at nine thirty." He said firmly. "And you'll put on what I left on your bed." There was no option in what he had just said. It was a directive I didn't want to follow, but part of me wanted to know what was behind his call.
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At nine-thirty sharp, I was outside in a black dress that came a little above my knee.
Earlier when I my eyes had landed on the shiny garment, something in my stomach flipped, and again when I put it on and realized it fit me perfectly. Its dark color seemed to accentuate every feature of my face, and even more, the bright color of my eyes.
But outside in the cold of autumn, I regretted putting on this dress, not only because its price was too high to be worn in the streets, but also because the cold of the night was running up my legs and sending shivers through my body. I didn't know what I was doing at such a time in the dark, but a touch of apprehension went up my body.
A black car that looked like it was straight out of a mob movie pulled up in front of me. I couldn't see the driver or the passenger, if there was one, through the darkly tinted windows.
The front door of the car opened and I could see the empty passenger seat. I moved closer to the car to make sure it was Aaron behind the wheel and the moment my eyes met those two emerald stones my shoulder muscles relaxed.
"We're going to be late, get in, malyshka." Once again, the Russian nickname I had taken the time to look up on the internet the night before sent a wave of warmth through my body, as if the cold no longer existed. I took my seat in the car, studiously avoiding the gaze of the man next to me.
