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Jordan's POV
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April 2nd
She's laying in my arms sleeping. Like what seems to be peacefully. Only I know she's not at peace. This is tormenting.
Conversations like these are so awful to have but whats even more dreadful is the anticipation. We still haven't said anything regarding the issue at hand.
Everytime I ask her if she's okay, she tells me she's fine. I know that's far from the truth but I don't know how far I can push her.
Or if I want to.
She doesn't seem angry with me in the slightest. If anything, when her eyes meet mine, she only looks scared. I feel that's worst.
It's what I hate more than anything. Seeing her afraid.
Like when she said what she said to me last night. Why would I ever leave her?
Do this to her and leave her? I'd have to be some type of demonic spawn.
She stirs in her sleep and when her eyes open, she makes that same face. Completely stricken.
I kiss her nose and the expression vanishes. Only it's not replaced with the smile I hoped for.
"Hey," I say to her.
"Hi," she says sweetly.
I want to have this conversation already. It's feels like we've been waiting forever. But I at least want her morning to start on some sort of good note. I think I can wait another 20 minutes.
She rolls out of bed and heads into the bathroom. I take it as my chance to go downstairs and make her some breakfast. Food always brightens her mood.
I make her pumpkin pancakes and wait for her to head down. It feels like she's been in the bathroom forever.
As I go to stand, I hear heels clicking together. When she gets to the bottom of the stairs, I realize they're not on her feet but in her hands.
And she's fully dressed. To perfection at that.
"I made breakfast," I say betraying the thoughts in my mind.
"Thank you," she says. She walks to around the island and sits in the stool. My eyes follow her. She looks up and looks away, reaching for her plate.
I grab it and hand it to her.
Her fork goes in every which direction in the pancakes but nothing enters her mouth. She just continues to sip her tea.
"Are you leaving?" I ask her.
"Yeah. Um...the interview I told you about with BET. That's today," she says. She's can't be serious. There's no way she can still go to that.
"Oh," I say shortly.
"Did you want to come?" She asks and there goes that face again. Like she's scared I'll say the wrong thing. I don't know what this is.
"I do if you want me to," I say.
She looks at her plate and begins cutting the pancake.
"I do want you to come," she says.
"Okay, I'm there," I tell her and she nods. I want to know what's going in her head but I'm clueless when it comes to figuring out ways to go about this.
"Did you not want to reschedule it? Maybe we can go another day," I suggest quietly. I'm treading lightly.
"They're in LA just for this meeting. I can't miss it or I would've rescheduled," she explains.
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Frequencies
Romance*Not edited* I snuggled into the pillow before I felt his arm wrap around me, pulling me closer. My head now in his chest as he pulled my leg over him. "I love you," he whispered with his eyes closed. "Why?" I whispered back and he opened his eyes...
