Sweet drug

Thoughts

Aurora's POV:
"Wait... uhm..." I tried to continue but it was to awkward for to finish it, "Nevermind nothing." I laughed it off. I was so fucking hungry. He raised his left eyebrow and looked at me with the face 'don't make me ask you' face. "I am hungry." I spitted the words out while my stomach growled so loud that even he heard it. Fuck that's so embarrassing. Oh my god. I can already feel my face heating up.

"Follow me." He said and started going somewhere so I followed him like a lost puppy. His house is so aesthetically. He organised it so well it like a white and dark aesthetic and I fucking love it. We went down the stairs to the kitchen. His eyes meeting mine and asking me, "What do you want to eat?". "Anything is fine for me I really don't mind." I replied to him while sitting on the chair. As he opened the fridge and took out some ingredients. "You can cook?" I asked him surprisingly because I didn't thought he will do it himself now.

"Yeah my mom taught me." He answered me. Damn why are his sentences so cold and short man. "Ahh." That's all I could say. It was so uncomfortable for no reason. "I guess you must have loved your parents a lot." I added to break the silence but it was even more awkward cause he ignored the question. Am I annoying him already? I should really start talking less and use more brain.

After a while he put a plate infront of me and said, "Here, eat." It was Spaghetti carbonara but it was way to much I can't eat all that. "That's way to much I can't eat all that." I told him. "What do you mean you can't eat all that? That's literally one normal plate." He looked at me seriously and confused. "That's way to much I usually eat half of this plate." I answered him. "Just eat and don't annoy me." He said while rolling his eyes. Ouch. That actually hurts a little. So I took a bite and wow it's actually not bad it's so delicious. I thanked him and told him it's delicious while he was doing something on his phone and not paying attention at all. Rude.

I can't eat anymore I'm full to be honest but I also can't just leave the plate full. Can't risk to eat that all I have to stay in shape somehow. Slowly I was getting tired and my eyes kept closing and closing. I tried to speak with him "I am really tired so I am going to sleep now. Good night and sweet dreams."

"Good night." This is all I got from him but I can also totally understand because I mean we are strangers what else is he supposed to do huh? So I went back to my room I guess and shit I don't have any clothes. God I'm so stupid and started hitting my head. Just when I was about to sit on the bed I saw a shirt with some shorts which definitely weren't mine and started smiling. He's thoughtful after all not bad. So I quickly changed into his clothes and they are twice as big as mine. His shirt is already long enough to cover my whole thighs and the half of my knee.

The bathroom was literally next to the wardrobe and damn it's huge. I have my own shower, my own toilet. My own bathroom. Well technically not really mine but for now on it sure is all mine.

I finished washing my face and slapped whatever serum I found on my face.

I laid down on the bed and covered myself with the silk sheet, which are really comfortable. My overthinking won't leave me alone at all. It's like u keep thinking about thousands of things for hours and you don't mind at all. The most asked question for myself are 'Is it really worth it?', 'What if he's the same as my father?' And hundred of other questions.

Maybe it's a new chapter in my life? Nah what the fuck am I talking about? The deeper I keep thinking the more I am at the verge of crying and I am not holding back. I held my tears, anger and everything else way too much. I can't handle it anymore. Life's sucks. I hate it. I have always wished to live like someone else who is free and happy. Not broken like me. My mom was right when she said I am useless. I would just do everyone a favour not being here. But I guess I gotta keep going for whatever reason.

Did I really deserve this kind of life?
I would love to know what I did wrong in my past life to live a life like this.

Is life really worth it like they write it in the novels?

Dolly Parton even once said 'The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.' And I think about it a lot. Maybe somewhen my story will have its own little happy ending. I feel so bad about Enzo, he could have chosen anyone but there he is stuck with this annoying, self insecure, ugly, dumb bitch.

Suddenly I don't even know what I'm babbling about anymore and my eyelids are getting more and more heavier till I fell asleep.

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I have a feeling this sucks even tho I kind of like it.