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{Chapter Thirty Two - Xoxo, Love}
IT WAS THREE THIRTY IN THE MORNING, LOVE WAS VERY MUCH AWAKE WHILE FORTY HAD FALLEN ASLEEP ONCE THE THIRD MOVIE TURNED ON. Which was hours ago.
She put a blanket on him as she was getting up from the couch. She goes into the kitchen and sees a bin of freshly cooked spaghetti in it, she made it for William yesterday before the breakup thing.
"Shit.." She whispers under her breath, grabbing the bin, warming the spaghetti on the stove in a pot and then she puts it back in the bin. She leaves, discreetly and rushes to the storage.
When she arrives at the storage goes to her storage room, specifically, and puts the bin of spaghetti in through the hatch. "Happy very late dinner."
William wakes up and has a confused look on his face. "It's nearly four in the morning and you're giving me spaghetti. Have you gotten any sleep?"
Love shakes her head. "No. Not really. Anyway, enjoy the spaghetti. You've earned it."
"Well since there's a microwave in here I'll eat it later. I'm tired. And whatever is keeping you up is something you have to face and deal with."
Love exhales while leaning back in her seat. "It's a breakup. Also what kind of pep talk is this?"
"I didn't realize I was supposed to be giving a pep talk." William yawns.
"Okay then. Well I'm getting tired of having to come here every day and make sure you're fine. No offense." Love walks over to the cage with the key to it in her hand.
William shrugs slightly. "None taken. What are you doing?"
Love approaches the door and she also unlocks that. "I'm letting you go. I don't want you to be trapped in here forever. Especially when I'm not even doing anything while you're in the cage."
"Well. Thank you. It's been a great past few days with us just talking and not stressing over other things." William gives her a quick hug before leaving.
Love smiles at that, locking the door after she she leaves the room. She gets in her car and drives to Anarvin.
At Anarvin she goes to her locker and opens it to make sure nothing was in there that she didn't know about. She sees a letter from 'James' but that's highly impossible. She opens it anyway.
Dear Love, I enjoyed our marriage unrealistically. I mean damn...I believed you didn't have a extremely dangerous side to you. And that bit me in the ass. But the point here is that I just hope you're doing well and that you aren't tormenting anyone else with your irrational problems. Xoxo, Love.
Sincerely, James.
Love begins to get tears in her eyes so she wipes them away quickly while putting the letter back into her locker. She goes to an aisle, getting the ingredients to makes cookie flavored pancakes.
When she finishes making the pancakes she puts them in a plastic container, putting the lid on it and she takes it back to her apartment.
She sets the container on the table in the kitchen of her apartment and begins to make bacon and eggs to go along with it.
But then she gets a text from an unknown number, when she looks at it she can tell it's obviously Candace fucking with her.
Unknown Number: Don't forget. I know everything about you're insane ass and I will warn everyone about you 😘. Love, James.
Love rolls her eyes, blocks the number and deletes the message. After doing that she goes back to making breakfast for both her and Forty.
Another interruption occurred. Lydia knocks on the door with a container of watermelon cookies. When Love opens the door she looks right at the container. "You made me cookies?"
The blonde nods. "Yeah. It's kind of like how you made me cookies to apologize for lying about going on a date with William. Well I'm here to apologize because I may've made Delilah break up with you."
Love furrows her eyebrows at Lydia. "What? How?!"
"I think Candace was texting me so I accidentally texted Delilah, meaning to text Candace and yeah... so sorry.." Lydia hands Love the container of cookies.
"No."
"What?" Lydia asks, confused.
"You're not sorry. And it wasn't an accident! You purposely told Delilah whatever the hell you said to make her breakup with me!!" Love shouts, pushing the container back. "And I don't even like those kind of cookies."
Lydia gulps. "Love, I really am sorry. And it wasn't on purpose."
"You can tell the door that the next time it gets slammed in front of you." Love slams the door before Lydia could even respond.
Maybe Lydia did do it on purpose. Maybe she did want Delilah to breakup with Love. Maybe Lydia didn't think of the consequences of her doing an action like that.
A Few Minutes Before Delilah Broke Up With Love.
Lydia goes on her phone and sees a text message from an unknown number. And the text didn't make any sense to her.
Unknown Number: Love isn't all rainbows and sunshine Barbies, Lydia. She's dangerous and just a bitch.
Lydia closed out of the message and clicked on Delilah's name, texting her instead
Lydia: Hey, Love! I had an amazing time last night. Thanks for making a romantic, Candlelit dinner with a bottle of red wine. And the kiss at the end...more enjoyable than the actual date.
Delilah: This isn't Love. And as you're lawyer this is extremely hurtful to know that you want to fuck my girlfriend and you would convince her into betraying me 🤬.
Right Now, When Lydia Processing Love's Anger With her.
The blonde huffs, going back to her own apartment. Now realizing how stupid it was to destroy their relationship. And she just had to make it right. So she texts Delilah again.
Lydia: Hey...I lied about the date thing with Love and the kiss. It was all bullshit, Love and I didn't even hangout last night and I purposely sent that text to you. Because I guess..I'm a bitch.
Delilah: Thanks for being honest. Even though you ruined one of the best relationships I've ever had. So yeah. You really are a bitch. 🙂
