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26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community.
23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and...
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_______________ A sigh floated from Serena's lips while she watched Mayo eat peacefully from his dish, Immediately bringing her back to the diner; when she sat next to that food and across from her enemy.
Although the term enemy was growing more and more precarious each time she used it to describe Connor. Not sure what to replace the title with, and not sure if she should keep it there either.
Were they enemies? When they fucked he was Serena's favorite person, certain ways he smiled at her or cared about different things made him feel like her friend, when they fought she was sure she hated him, and when a gorgeous girl calls after him on the steps of a restaurant Serena wanted to cry over him.
The thought of the diner sent rolling waves of discomfort all over her body. Making Serena groan and walk over to her sink, she grabbed a crystal glass and filled with water from her tap quickly. Gulping down the cool liquid in hopes to send the bile back down her throat.
She had no clue who that women was, but she knew in an instant that she was no stranger to Connor. It shouldn't bother her, not at all.
But her voice rung through her head like dong being hit in her skull. Serena stared down at the empty sink, trying to ignore the incessant thumping of her heart.
She saw snippets of their conversation from yesterday, her mind replaying the way Connor stepped closer into her, mumbling something deathly passionate for only her to hear. While she sat there in the passenger seat like a fool, watching as if she was in spot lights with her distress and flaws on display fro her to laugh at.
How silly she must've looked, hurting and collecting herself in his car while they swapped breaths on the diner's steps.
How silly Serena must've looked last night, and in the past. She could practically feel phantom hands gripping around her waist now as she remembered how she looked four years ago with her other him.
Serena panted as her vision tunneled into fuzzy black, air leaking through holes in her lungs. She gripped the edge of her sink, nearly doubled over herself as suppressed memories flooded back up and poured black ink in her heart.
Wide eyes, pooling with tears, she could see, feel, her younger self sunken on the cold tiles in her dimly lit bathroom. She was screaming through blubbers and messy oceans of tears, begging him. Gasping out her pleas as he left through the front door slamming it after him, the sound echoed through her and seemed to break the bones in her body. It made her flinch and then Serena was staring at the bottom of her sink again.
She was here, in the present, in the safety of her home; but her heart was beating in the past. The panic swelling around her throat, making her pant and try to catch her breath rapidly.
"Fuck." She mumbled wincing her eyes closed, trying to steady her herself. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear each pulse in her ears like a beating drum, all while trying to shake the ghostly feeling of his hands around her neck.
