𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 | a. lockwood

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 !
✧.*· ࿐ ˊˎ- anthony

❝ let's just say i told you,
would it cause a fight? ❞

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I'M A KNOB.

A valuable asset to the company.

God, I couldn't think of anything better?

Assistant.

No, that's ridiculous and demeaning. Valuable asset still gives her due credit for her contribution to the team.

Friend?

Oh no, that would have backfired worse than the 'asset' remark. Especially since 'friend' is not what my mind considers her to be.

Honestly, I don't think any word could explain what I think of her. What she is to me.

What could possibly describe our relationship in a way that didn't come out to be too forward and blatantly point out our history?

Someone I cared about.

Hmm, that fits. It's normal to care for someone; I'm not mentioning how much I care; you can care for a friend and care for someone more than a friend – that's a good phrase.

Maybe I'll get to use it next time.

Pfft, next time, that silly little annoying voice in my brain began, as if you'll get another chance.

Of course, he'll get one, that romantic optimist that Kamala had awaked in my head months ago chirped, this is their story after all.

I snorted at myself.

I was losing it.

Perhaps, this was a good thing – the idea of no possible strings still pulling us together. I may have unintentionally severed them but maybe I did this for good. It would be impossible for me to keep working if she was running in my mind at all times. It would be distracting and unprofessional – especially during crucial times like these. I needed to pull myself together. I needed to be better.

Groaning, I tugged the covers to envelop me while I tossed and turned in bed. My body was exhausted but my mind was bursting with thoughts. A few more minutes and I would have to scream into my pillow. I was anxious and stressed and all I wanted was some peace of mind. Something remotely distracting to take my mind off all the problems I'd have to face when I woke up.