Treat Me With Wounds (DISCONTINUED)

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*Elijah's POV*

I haven't wrestled with a decision so much for so long. I can't fathom how close I was to put that tag on her. It was though my will shot in front of my rationality, only for a second, but even so it feels terrible - all I could think that I've got to end this.
I've got to choose. Work or Selene.

Work or Selene. Work or Selene. Work or Selene? I have to stop seeing her.

In the middle of those thoughts, I had another. 'She doesn't want me to stop seeing her'. She doesn't.
In different circumstances,  she might, but she doesn't - not in this one. She wants to be with me as much as she wants to stand against the governor. She wants to stand for her people, my people. But being with me will ruin it for her, means for everyone.
So, I have to let her. She needs to stop seeing me,  let alone being with me.

Because even if I don't, she won't be as happy here with me as she would there.

Selene: Eli? What are you doing??

Elijah: Mhm

Selene: hey?

Elijah: dude Selene... please leave me alone for awhile.

Selene: that's all you have to say? Eli.. I'm here for you!

Elijah: oh please,  I don't need you here. You are distracting me from work.

Selene: ??!!

Elijah: get out of my face, selene.

*Selene's POV*

I didn't expect myself to be this angry, but I am. F*ck, I know this is a big deal for him, but it is for me too. How could he say that? How could he...

Elijah: would you please leave me alone for now? I've got stuff to do.

Selene: I understand & I will.

All the pressure of the last few days resurfacing as tears blimming, blurring, burying in the eyes that stare at Elijah from the corner - Selene's love - pleading at him with an unmistakable apology.

She sighed as she wiped her tears, turned away - now ready to leave.

Selene: I'm sorry... for everything.

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Sigrid: uhmm

Paxton: what?

Sigrid: I... uh- -

Paxton: so what's your wager?

Sigrid: listen, I can't- -

Paxton: that's not how it works sweetie. Once you step in, you gotta play bets with me. If I win, I get to ask whatever the f*ck I want, & same way if you win - you know the drill.

Sigrid: stepped in? I've been kidnapped!

Paxton: and that's honestly the best thing Jené has ever done for me.

Sigrid: what?!

Paxton: forget immediately.

Sigrid: release me, uhh please...

Paxton: not yet.

*Paxton's POV*

She turned her back on me, folding her arms. She pointed her knees towards the other shift from the table, vigorously shaking, moving her knees so forcefully, that I can just sense - she is frowning. Wow. The audacity of this girl. Turning her back on me. Wow.

She starts to loosen her arms around her tiny body & tries to say a word or two that of me. But stops when I inch my back slightly - leaning.

I'd be lying if I said I did not enjoy such feistiness from her. Actually, who am I sh*tting? I find it more eye-catching.

Sigrid: I'm in.

Paxton: really?

Sigrid: whats your wager?

Paxton: what do you want?

Sigrid: release me.

Paxton: will do, & what about you putting your wager?

Sigrid: I'll tell you whatever the f*ck you want to know.

Paxton: now we're talking.

**To Be Continued**