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♡ 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

I woke up after what felt like a great sleep, surprisingly. I guess I really needed it. I looked to the side and realised that on the bedside table was a cup of tea, still steaming, and a note.

I rubbed my eyes before leaning over and grabbing the small piece of paper.

Some tea for you, hopefully you wake up before it goes cold.

- P.S, you look beautiful when you sleep.

Ah. Normally when I'm asleep, I'm either saying nonsense or drooling everywhere. My face heated up, but I quickly shook it off. I was living in a murderer's house.

Last night, my emotions got the better of me, I was tired. I just... I don't think I could stay with him. At least, just for a little while. I didn't want to stay with William right now, but I also didn't want to rat him out to anyone. I love him too much, I've come to realise that. I just needed time, and space, to think. Right? He'd just have to accept that.

That day William had to go to work again, so I thought I'd that as my opportunity to go back and stay with Mum, just for a bit anyway. Maybe until I could afford my own little apartment. William wouldn't be happy, I knew that, which is why I left when he wasn't around. I knew I shouldn't, but I felt guilty.

I left him a note saying I'd gone back home, so he wouldn't worry.

After a while I finally managed to leave. Once I finally arrived at Mum's, she seemed happy to have me back. Maybe a bit too happy...

Anyways, I soon got comfy in my room again, I didn't like it all that much in this place because of y'know... memories, but I felt a little more relaxed for the time being.

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Some time went by, me and Mum ordered a pizza for dinner. I took it to my room, though. I sat on my bed, shoving the pizza downy throat while I watched top of the pops on my small tv. I got it earlier that day, someone was selling it for around $10. How could I turn that down.

After a while, I started missing William already. I missed being around him, I missed his smell, I missed feeling like a giddy school girl whenever he looked at me, I missed-

No. This isn't right. He's a terrible person, how can I miss him.

It's strange. He makes me feel scared, small and vulnerable, but he also makes me feel safe, and cared for. I hope he's not got himself too upset about me leaving. He'd be fine, right? I mean, all I could do was hope he wouldn't try and kill me thinking I'm gonna tell someone. I'd never do that, as much as my gut tells me to. He's fucking lucky I love him.