Soul Ties

Chapter 41 [ Click. ]

1 Corinthians 16:14

Let all that you do be done in love.

Ziana
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Word Count: 8078

I rub my eyes at the sound of A few cars passing by the house. I try hard to remember where i am, sitting up on the couch. My hands against the sticky leather make everything flood back to memory.

Ziana im falling in love with you.

An obnoxious smile makes it way to my face as i blush and throw my head backwards, He loves me. We've reached the point where we can actually tell each other that and its not awkward.

I stand up from the couch, the sun shines in my eyes and makes the house look even homier than it did at night, I peak my head through the window and get a better look at the neighbourhood.

The houses are all gorgeous, Light coloured buildings decorated uniquely in their own ways. The gardens at the front tells each house member's personality and this whole place looks like everyone knows everyone.

Its all fitting into place, everything makes sense to me now. It feels right even if it is just a dream, i plan to enjoy every second of it.

I turn around when i notice Roman isn't here. My brow lifts at his disappearance. I wish he was here with me right now, With his hands around me like yesterday. I feel safe with him.

"Roman?" I hum as i finally leave the room practically looking a mess. I grab the bag, thankfully i packed some clothes and my toiletries before i left,

"Roman? Are you good?" I ask again as i finally dip out of the sitting room stretching myself to wake me up fully.

The hall of the house is short, The chocolate coloured wooden floors give me away as it creaks with my steps. Theres a slim mantle against the wall with a candle and a few more pictures plastered in frames around the it.

"Roman?" I ask again putting my braids up in a ponytail behind my head as i call for him again, im starting to get worried now. Where is he? I hope he didn't just say he loves me to disappear,

Maybe he regretted it. Ofcourse he regretted it, what was I thinking that he could actually love me. I make my way up the stairs when i find a homey bathroom with a blurry window and a shower, its marble tiles feel cold to the touch of my feet as i step onto it.

I let out a thankful sigh when i see a towel a fresh toothbrush and some soaps laying around. The least i can do is get ready for the day, Maybe he is just gone out...

He ran away, He regrets it and ran away as soon as he woke up.

I put an old sermon of Pastor Davis's on blast from my phone to drown out the sound of my own self doubt as i hop into a steaming hot shower.

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I walk around the house discovering different parts of its beauty, Its beautiful how loved this house is even with the owner gone.

The sound of grunting catches my attention making me turn my head to a door at my side,

I open it and my jaw drops at the sight of the Huge Woody Garden. Leafless Trees tall enough to reach the clouds and beyond surround us, the light brown dry mud giving colour to the space,