𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➺ 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓎/𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃

𝟐𝟎 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

A/N 

I told you... I'm on a fucking roll. 

Here's another update. Don't worry, the next few chapters should be a bit of a breather from dark shit, but honestly, it's all part of the journey, my loves. 

Hope you enjoy this chapter! 

(Also don't forget to get your hands on a copy of Peace Lovin' Guy when it eventually comes out on paperback in a few weeks hehehe) 

C. Bijou x

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20 ~ self-preservation ~

Freddie

"I can't even begin to express how mind-blowing this album is going to be, dear," I exclaimed with an air of exuberance, gripping the phone tightly as if to emphasise the weight of my words. The familiar voice of Mary resonated through the receiver, a comforting presence on the other end of the line.

A soft chuckle escaped Mary's lips as she responded, "So, I take it everything went smoothly?"

I couldn't help but chuckle in return. "Oh, lovie, when have we ever created something extraordinary without a fierce battle?"

Mary's voice held a mixture of amusement and genuine curiosity. "Well, has it at least gone smoothly overall?"

A momentary pause followed, filled with the weight of this month's events. I collected my thoughts before responding, a hint of pride lacing my words. "Considering the myriad of situations we've faced, I must say it's been a bloody good month. We've triumphed, even."

"That's good..." Mary trailed off, leaving an elongated silence to hang between us. "Freddie?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Did you miss me?"

The truth was undeniable. Of course, I missed her. She had become an integral part of my life, an extension of my own family. Mary, in many ways, embodied the familiar warmth and connection that I yearned for, a bond that had grown over the years. However, navigating our relationship had become a constant challenge, a perpetual dance of uncertainty that left us questioning the reality we inhabited.

In certain moments, we both recognised the disarray of our once passionate romance, opting to tread the path of sensical friendship. We would acknowledge the fractures state of our connection, choosing to nurture the camaraderie that remained, offering solace and understanding.

But then, there were those other times. Times when we willingly delved into the façade of lovers, surrendering to the illusion of a fiery and passionate affair akin to the early days of our relationship. In those moments, the boundaries blurred, and we allowed ourselves to be engulfed in the fantasy, clinging to the hope that our connection could be revived.

Carefully selecting my words, I responded, my voice laced with a mixture of sincerity and cautious uncertainty. "...You know I miss you," I confessed, yet again attempting to decipher the unspoken agreement that defined the current mode of our relationship, uncertain of which version of reality awaited us today.

Her words, filled with a mixture of longing and anticipation, resonated through the phone line. "I missed you, too..." Her voice trailed off again, carrying a subtle undercurrent of vulnerability. The question that followed hung in the air, pregnant with the weight of unspoken expectations. "Are you coming back today?"