Painfully yours

Amigos.

Xavier's P.O.V.
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As I sat there, handcuffed to the table, I tried my best to steady my breathing. Arya's confession of love still echoed in my mind, a bittersweet symphony of emotions. It was a punishment unlike any other, being left in this police station, alone with my thoughts. But she was right, it was the most cruel punishment of all.

For months, I had relentlessly tried to make Arya say those three little words: "I love you." And although I had made her say it countless times before, this time was different. It felt real, genuine. It was the "I love you" I had longed to hear, the one she spoke with her own heart.

As I watched the hands of the clock tick by, time seemed to slow down. It felt like each second was stretching into an hour, as if the universe was playing with my perception of time. Just like slow-motion cameras in sports, capturing every intricate detail of high-speed action, my mind was capturing every word, every emotion, every moment of Arya's confession.

Her words haunted me, reverberating through my brain. They were both a comfort and a torment, reminding me of the love that I had finally found, but also of the pain of being left behind. In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us. I was excited. It felt so different. Like I was given an entry pass to access all my dreams.

I sat there, cuffed to the table, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a much bigger story. A story filled with love, heartbreak, and the unpredictable twists of fate. And no matter what happened next, I knew one thing for certain: Arya's confession had changed everything. My only hope was that she wasn't going to play a cruel joke with me like she likes to.

The harsh clink of metal echoed through the cold, dim corridor as the guard led me back to my cell. Each step felt like trudging through quicksand, pulling me deeper into the abyss of my thoughts. They opened the door and unceremoniously shoved me in, like I asked. The steel bars slamming shut with a finality that reverberated through my bones. It's not fair what I did to Arya.

I slumped into the corner where Arya used to sit at her time in prison. Her absence a palpable void that gnawed at my insides. The cell was a ghost of her presence, and every second without her stretched into an agonizing eternity. Two days crawled by, each one more unbearable than the last. I was offered steak, pasta, sushi—one of the many luxuries Arya had made available to me—but I pushed it away. The thought of eating, of indulging in any comfort didn't seduce me one bit. All I want is Arya. She's my only luxury. Without her I feel stranded in the middle of a dessert. And the fact that she made a confession and mischievously ran away. That's like running away with the last water bottle.

I couldn't bring myself to enjoy anything she had left behind. The cell, had become a torture chamber even when not a hand was laid upon me. I paced relentlessly, driven by a restless energy that wouldn't abate. Food and sleep became foreign concepts, my body subsisting on nothing but her thoughts and the mere trickle of water a kind-hearted guard had persuaded me to drink.

Arya's kindness had been a double-edged sword, cutting deeper than any physical torment could. Her absence was a poison, slowly corroding my sanity. My heart raced incessantly, sweat slicking my skin as I daydreamed of her—of the words I'd say, the tender moments we'd share, how hard I would fuck her once I was out. Each fantasy was a brief reprieve, yet it only made the reality of her absence more excruciating.

Time moved like molasses, each minute a drawn-out agony. The walls of the cell seemed to close in, mocking my helplessness. Arya had become the epicenter of my existence, her hold on my soul an unyielding vice. The depth of my longing for her was a torment in itself, a relentless reminder of how profoundly she had affected me. I hated it, hated that she wielded such power over me. Yet, even in my misery, I couldn't deny the truth: I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with her and her stunts had only made me fall harder.