Royal Blood

Cyrus

S-She forgave me. Thank God. It feels like a huge burden has been lifted off my chest. Phew. These past days felt like hell, the girl I love not talking to me because of my stupid mistake. I swear it was fucking torture. I never want to deal with that again. At least she's happy and all that matters for now. Next somehow make her mine. I loved since her my childhood, and it'd be a pain to let her go to an asshole like Aaron.

Gosh, I need sleep. I think as I look in the mirror. She really saw me like this. Geez. But I know my lilac wouldn't mind, she was so happy seeing the flowers. And one more thing she is mine and mine only even if she doesn't know it yet. I have keep maintaining my good boy persona, then one day it'll come to fruition. 

I am going to sleep and give my eyes a rest. I smile.

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I wake up and guess that nap went for a bit long then expected but eh who cares about the world, I only care about her and my mother and of course myself. I take my clothes from my very clean closet, most people usually don't care about how their room looks like, but I take pride in the cleanliness of my room. My king size bed in the middle of my room, the thick curtains on my windows blocking any natural light from coming in. The whole room is dark like my soul, the measures you have to take for people to like you. *sighs*

I change into my black hoodie and grey sweatpants and go downstairs. I am walking down the stairs when I see my mother holding a pile of clothes and walking towards the laundry room. It is a small room underneath the stairs but somehow it fits a dryer and washing machine.

"where's Allayah mom?" I ask standing behind the couch as my mother walks towards me.

"She went down for a walk while you were sleeping, she should be coming any second now."

The elevator door opens, and she steps out. She changed her clothes after I went, she was wearing pjs before, now she's wearing a yellow-colored floral dress which ends in the middle of her thighs and is longer at the back. She's also wearing a white tee inside along with knee high leather boots.

I drink her in with my eye but don't show it on my face. Her eyes stay on my mother, and she gives a warm smile to her.

"Allayah, dear, we were just talking about you." Mother says.

"Really, then I'll live a hundred years." She says with a giggle. My heart beats so fast, like it'll almost jump out and go to her.

"Haha, yes now go and change and I'll serve dinner."

Allayah starts walking towards the stairs and her attention resumes to her phone. She said that she forgave me so then why is she not looking at me.

I help mother set up the table and sit along with mom. I hear her footsteps behind me, I turn around, does she want to kill me. She's wearing my black shirt and her white shorts which are almost covered by my shirt. Allayah pulls the chair next to me and I feel a sense of pride in myself, even though it has only been a day since she sat with me. 

"Is that my shirt, lilac."

"Yes, it is citrus." That nickname I thought she forgot about that. I used to hate citrus fruits when I was younger than she'd make up some weird games to make me eat them. I still hated them, but I ate them nonetheless because the look on her face made it okay.

"You look stupid in it." I say snickering.

"It's your shirt that's why it looks stupid, citrus." She says playfully rolling her eyes. I smile so much, it fucking hurts. This woman will be the end of me. I love her too much.

And that how dinner went, Allayah kept making jokes, mom laughed like there was no-tomorrow, it felt like being a normal family. I missed that feeling. With my two favorite women if only time could freeze right now, in this moment and we could happy forever.