After discovering that her boyfriend of three years is cheating on her with his girl best friend, Yasemin Hogan knows she can do way better than a little material revenge. Julian broke her heart, she will break his.
By fake dating his enemy.
Elija...
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Merry Christmas, besties! HERE IS A LATE CHRISTMAS GIFT.
I MISSED YOU ALL SO FUCKING MUCH AAAAAAHHSHSHSHSSH. I hope you all are doing good, BECAUSE I AM, THANK GOD, THIS SEMESTER IS OVER! THE WAR. IS. OVER.
It makes me so happy to post a chapter again, you can't understand how much. It's been a rough semester for me, and I've been struggling to get back into writing. I'm glad I finally got to write, and write a lot.
By the way, when I said "next chapter: halloween", I was talking about the context in the chapter, not my post date... at this moment, I never thought I'd get past Halloween and reach fucking Christmas bruhhhhhh I'm so sorry.
Rules for dating your nemesis celebrated its one year anniversary in October: this story has been a part of my life for so long now, and I'm really attached to it. I don't know when I'll finish it yet, but I'm sure I won't get over it. I can't wait for you to read the rest! Your support truly helped me through many rough mental health states. Thank you all so fucking much. I LOVE ALL OF YOU.
This chapter is very meaningful, as is the next. But I need to say, it's just a whole chapter of Elijah and Yasemin having cute, fragile moments. They need this. Sorry if it feels like a filler chapter or anything.
However, remember: they still have business to deal with. Enjoy those chapters of peace while they last...
And for my "seeking-hatred-and-angst" besties, just wait a little longer hehe.
TW: mourning, anxiety, difficulties to eat (not eating well, or not eating at all)
*The song above is featured in the chapter*
Since my parents' death, my soul is errant and can intrude anywhere in my dreams.
It can seep into the bowels of the Earth, cascade from atop clouds and frolic across seas. My soul is free, fickle, adventurous, unbounded and unencumbered — a shooting star in the twilight sky's prison. Yet it remains entangled with the wretchedness of its nature: a soul without parents can go anywhere it wants except home.
Tonight, however, I found myself beneath my home's porch light and the door was ajar. The warmth from within caught my soul in a gust, my parents' laughter was heard, and for a few hours of eternity, I thought I was back home.
Until the sun began to set.
That's when the door closed and the one who brought me here hugged me even tighter.
Wake up, you idiot.
Wake up.
As I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, I immediately felt it. His presence.
