How to Survive Your 19th Life [BL]

Chapter 58: Obnoxious Me

I couldn't break things off with Emiel, so I had the idea to get Emiel to break things off with me. He had me trapped at this point – or... I had myself trapped when I uttered those damn three words that I couldn't seem to be able to take back. It was finally time for a legit plan, not a spur of the moment decision on escape.

I had to be obnoxious. I couldn't leave him, that was clear. He would hunt me down no matter where I could reasonably go. He would hurt those I loved. I needed him to leave me.

When Emiel awoke the following morning from our tryst, I was already up making breakfast for the two of us. I made French toast, but my way... cracked egg shells in the batter and cooked in burnt butter. I opened the window to fan out the smoke, but only after the fire alarm went blaring.

Emiel rushed over and cut the fire off. He leaned his slender body against the counter, wearing only boxers. His body had an assassin's build, I realized. Strong and flexible with both reach and stamina.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a post-sex smile on his face.

I turned the fire back on. "I am cooking for you for once."

He turned the fire back off. "Let me, my love. Please, before you kill us all."

"If you insist," I said. After a quick kiss, I hurried over to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Emiel already had a toothbrush waiting for me. I hadn't noticed this detail before. It's as if he knew I would be back here.

I took a moment to watch Emiel clean up my mess. There was random flour on the floor and some egg ran down from the counter and into the cutlery drawer. His face was mostly unreadable as it always was, but it certainly wasn't happy. He prepared us some proper French toast with a side of bacon and scrambled eggs. It was quite a modest meal by his usual standards.

Just when he made our plates, I rubbed my stomach and frowned. "I need to get back to my dorm," I said, gathering my jacket and tie from the couch. "I don't feel so good. Thanks for breakfast. Let's talk later okay?"

Confused, Emiel furrowed his brow and looked from me to the two plates in front of him. Before he could speak, I rushed over to him and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

He grabbed my arm as I turned to leave.

"Stay," he murmured. "Come on, let's talk about last night."

"Sorry but I gotta take a shit," I said rubbing my stomach. Emiel released me faster than I could blink.

"Use the bathroom here."

"I need to change too." I hadn't expected him to be this persistent. "I have streaks in my underwear."

Emiel's usually unreadable face cracked and flashed with both surprise and disgust. He let me leave without so much as another word of protest.

When I got back to my dorm, I went straight to my room to come up with some sort of plan. I was sure to be safe for now as I hadn't rejected him. I made a list of things I personally found annoying in other people. The problem was we lived together briefly, so Emiel knew me to a degree. However, he didn't know me as a romantic partner in this life yet.

Sometimes people switch up when they get their talons into their partners. He had done it – shocked the hell out of me with his murder sprees. I just had to be come someone he wouldn't want to be with.

And I had to be careful. I sent a text message to him.

Me: Never gonna GIVE YOU UP. Never gonna LET YOU DOWN. Never gonna turn around and HURT YOOUU.

Emiel: lol that's cute. Classic song

Me: I keep listening to this on repeat and thinking about you.

Emiel: oh really?

Me: of course lol. I keep wondering a few things tho...

Emiel: What kind of things?

Me: Like if you would love me if I were a worm...

I cringed so hard at my texts that I could barely keep looking at them. He didn't respond for a while and I used that opportunity to shower and change into my regular non-formal attire. I worked on getting caught up with some homework and planning. About an hour after our last text, my phone vibrated.

Emiel: I would love you no matter what. I would love you if you were diseased or disabled. If you were an addict or a thief. I will love you beyond words can explain to the end of time.

These words would have taken my breath away if I wasn't on my sixth life. I stared at the text message, my hands hot and shaking. My heart thundered. I would need to try a lot harder.