Passion is a weakness
Love is a toxic game
Trust is dangerous
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"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧."
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Two strangers with a shared past. The passion they have for each other is...
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As soon as I hear the nickname I just puff as she knows I don't like it at all.
I open my eyes and turn around to find my phone. The time is seven thirty in the morning and from what I hear Thalia is already up. I slowly get out of bed and put on my glasses.
I hate mornings with a passion, I'm not a morning person at all. I leave the room and walk out the bathroom door. I knock once and walk in.
Thalia took a morning shower, something I would never do.
"Good morning " she says to me through the shower door.
"Good morning " I answer her and sat on the toilet to do my business.
No shame because it's now a habit after three years of living together.
She gets out of the shower and I hand her her towel. After washing my hands I start my morning routine.
My hair is in a state of disrepair. And that's because I have curly hair. Most of the time I don't know how to fix the mess on my head.
After I clean my earrings, I step out of the bathroom. I open one of the drawers in front of me and grab a granola bar to eat. I sit in a chair that's here in the hallway and look at my tattoos.
On my left leg I have a small tattoo of a shuttle whose shadow shows a fighter plane. I had it done so I would have something to remember him by.
Almost all of my tattoos have meaning to me. I have several, as they are a way of expressing myself.
"Electra, do the ones I put on match? "
I look up to look at her. A long purple blouse, along with a black skirt and knee length socks.
"Why are you asking me if you're going to stay in these, you look fine." I answer her with a smile.
"Because I can" she says and sticks her tongue out at me.
I shake my head at her childish attitude and go to my room. I put on a pair of black ripped jeans and a black sweatshirt. I open my closet and look around to see what shoes to put on. I finally settle on my boots.
At the bottom of the closet I have my shoes and most of my clothes on hangers. Almost all of my clothes are black.
I grab my bag off the floor and put my laptop in it. I walk out of the room and take out a pack of cigarettes to smoke.
"Sorry, but it's too early to smoke, where do you get the mood? " She asks me as she looks at me in disbelief.
I turned to look at her, her brown eyes were getting darker in the winter.
I gave her a look of boredom and she took the hint. We get out of the dorm and start heading towards the university.
