"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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"ALEIA!" I RAN TOWARDS her direction and as soon as my skin made contact with hers, I pull her into a warm embrace, "I missed you," I let out a sigh of relief. Even tho it had only been 2 days since I've seen her, it felt like it's been weeks. She was my only source of comfort, my comfort person.
She's 3 years older than me, we've been best friends since I was 7. I forgot how I met her, but for as long as I can remember, she was the only person who had actually been there for me.
In some occasions, Gabriel would tag along just to throw in some insults and tease us. In most of those occasions I'd tease him back, but ever since we got older, he's been more distant— or maybe I was just over reacting.
The tiniest change in someone's personality always made me overthink.
But, Gabriel is still the same goofy person I knew him to be.
"Dont suffocate me to death," she chokes while hugging me back tighter.
"You almost did the other day," I snickered before she gasp and gives me a small pat on the back.
"This time it won't be 'almost' if you don't let go of me," she mumbles as if she's out of breath. I let her go and she coughs before making eye contact with me and smiling.
"You smell like lavenders," she comments, "Did you use the lavender soap I gave you?"
"Of course I did," I say while holding my arm out for her to smell the lavender scent, "Thank you again," I say while smiling.
"Anything for you, Vea," she takes a small sniff of my arm, "We have a whole feast of blooming lavenders back at home, and it always reminds me of you,"
I chuckled softly, "I see it's my signature scent now?"
She nods, "Even when you don't use lavender soap, you still smell like it somehow," she mutters as if she's questioning what she had just said.
I take a look at her little shop, it was filled with soaps, scented candles, and essential oils.
"What brings you here?" she questions while taking a stroll around her shop with me.
I shrug my shoulders awkwardly. I wanted to tell her about the fact that I have a spouse, but I didn't know the right words to use.
"Nothing," I clear my throat and take a candle just to touch it.
I have a habit of touching things when I'm nervous.
"Ah I see, you just wanted to see me?" she jokes before snatching the candle from my hands, "You're fidgeting," she claims while narrowing her eyes down on my hands.
"No I'm not," I deny her claim while snatching the candle back from her hands, "I just wanted to buy this,"
She crosses her arms before looking at the candle then at me, "Peppermint?" she raises a brow.
