Meet Kristal Jane Anderson.
The girl that feels as though she was stripped from all the joys of life on one ungodly night. A night that changed her whole perspective on love forever, a night in which she stopped believing in it's existence, a night...
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Kristal Anderson
"So you stuck out and went on a date!?" Thea said with a gasp, her voice louder than I'd expected making me frantically reach over to reduce the volume of my laptop.
I was at my desk with my laptop in front of me on facetime, Thea on the other side of the line in her office, she had different braids on now; black with a few bright pink strands, "It wasn't a date," I said with an eye roll, "we just went out. . . as friends so don't even start," I told her with a chuckle.
"That's how it always starts,"
"Shush will you?" I snickered, "You know my situation all too well to know that a relationship is the last thing on my mind right now,"
"I never said anything about a serious relationship, it could something casual I mean, when was the last time you got lai–"
"Alright," I said, cutting her off, "we do not need to get into my sex life right now, plus that was the first and last time something like that happened. . . or at least that's what my brain is trying to convince me," She nodded but stayed quiet letting me continue, if there was one thing Theadora Williams was good at it was being a listener.
I let out a sigh before I continued, "I feel like I'm going crazy in here, stuck between these four walls. It feels like my life is on an endless loop and thinking about the fact that it might last for months ahead is just pure torture. And I feel so beyond guilty for even complaining about this because I was lucky enough to have someone like aunt Jenna in my life who's willing to do anything to protect me but I just. . . I can't live like this forever. What I did last night was stupid, and reckless, and completely out of line and I know that it could've ended badly and I feel so guilty for lying to aunt Jenna's face but I don't regret it,"
She gave me a sad smile as I continued, "It pains me to admit but I enjoyed myself last night, I felt alive again, the routine was killing me. And I know how dangerous it was and I know that it could have all gone terribly wrong and I–"
"You want to see him again don't you," She teased with a smirk plastered on her face.
Fragments of last night's memories flashed right before my eyes; his eyes that looked at me so intently, the way his plump lips moved to form every word he spoke, his voice so deep and husky that it left me feeling all tingly. And his face.
God, his face.
He was as if a statue of a Greek god came to life.
I shook my head to rid myself of him, "That's not what I'm saying I just– okay so maybe a small part of me wants to but I know how dangerous it–"
"Do it." She stated finality in her tone. I stared at her stunned. Part of me wanted her to scold me for being so reckless. Maybe that way the deep desire I had to feel that same mixture of excitement and fear cursing through me would be forcefully shoved into the depths of my heart, never to be spoken of again. It would have served as a confirmation that what I had done was completely and utterly insane and should never be recreated. "Look, I understand where Aunt Jenna is coming from but come on, you can't just waste your life away for a man who might not even be looking for you. So, I say go for it, live a little, get yourself some dick while you're at it,"
