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❝jamie is over and jamie is gone
jamie's decided it's time to move on
jamie has new dreams he's building upon
and i'm still hurting❞
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Eliana Ramos was a wild child. Or so everyone else thought. Deep down, she was the ruins of Rome and Greece.
If the world didn't end in fire, it'd sure if she cried.
Eliana never wants to cry.
"Can you wait outside. I need to talk to my husband."
She wouldn't start now. "Okay"
Eliana felt, for him to cheat, to be reluctant to cheat, she must be so gorgeous. But all she found was how wired she was, black hearted, cruel.
Nothing out of ordinary.
What's the need to cry?
Levi just lowered his head with conformity, that? He'd have to do one better.
At least they won't be fucking for a new nights, Eliana consoles herself as she saunters the lobby. That's good, she confirms while jingling the keys to her car, alongside a sea horse keychain that Lev got for her.
Eliana doesn't have the need to cry.
Nope.
His "excuse us" didn't rip her heart chambers. It wasn't bleeding. No signs of internal injuries. And why does she have to make everything about herself? No wonder she's friendless. When will she learn.
Eliana sits herself down and slowly unwraps a pack of melon flavoured bubble gum. The metal seat feels refreshing against her lack of stability, and the scalding flesh.
Wet nurses don't pay any attention to her. It's no psychiatric ward. Silver lining?
"Hold up," the man from earlier comes running to join her sides.
The thickness of his voice gives Eliana the impression that he might be her father. Then she snorts.
"How old are you? Seventeen?"
He follows her towards the elevator. "You want me to hold the elevator or not?" Eliana jabs a finger at G button. Softly, the doors close and start moving. He's in. The sound of breathing, the source of annoyance. Maybe she's having an affair too?
You wish, her subconscious retorts at her with scorn.
"You're the most wicked little girl I've ever seen," he states.
"Am not a 'little girl'," he makes her feel that way though.
"So we agree on the wicked part?"
One more floor to go...
"Psst. You don't get it." Eliana has her jaw clenching and unclenching. Words are poison.
"You ain't my age after all. No," she cocks her head to sigh with mock worry, to see his face, "Like how are you?"
"Bitchy," he says before getting away.
He'd have told her how this carelessness he once sported it in himself. It would be decades before he learns to love anyone, himself including.
However, he didn't say anything.
Let the young love burn out. She'd remember it. With claw marks, disgust.
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Kenji's got a past , oh my
