Tied Love

Sofia

Being obsessed is one thing and being obsessed with a man like a psycho is another. It's all the more fun. It's intriguing. It feels like your life is worth living, other than having high aspirations and worldly desires to earn money, to be a famous. Nobody actually wants that. It's just a happy flex, out-casted by the hidden struggles and boredom.
I have money, plenty infact. Enough for my grandchildren'a grandchildren. Not mine tho, comes with inheritance from my father and what pysho killer grandfather left my mother.
One needs love. Love that is lively, energetic and passionate. Love like that is of Ava and Alex.
I wouldn't believe in love if my parents didn't, after twenty years of marriage, had love so much left in them, much more combined net-worth of the US without overdrawing the bank.
I wouldn't have believe in love, if I hadn't met him.
Tristen Larsen, the gentleman loved by my nightmares too.
My scars, my skin, every inch of me wants him.
"Still admire that window, don't you?" It was Aunt Bridge. She always knew me. She felt through me. If nothing I was too embarrassed to say to my mom, I would say it to Bridge.
"Huh, what?"
"Am I introspecting your thoughts?"
"Well, do you know anything about Home Science?"
"You weren't thinking about school, were you?"
Of course not. This place, this palace, jails my mind, and the this close distance from him, wouldn't let me think of anything else. The fact that I am just few rooms away from Tristen, and knowing that he doesn't feel the same I feel about him makes me want to jump out of this window. If I can't have him, I don't want anyone else to have me. Too.
"No. I am not."
"Well, you do know that you are going tomorrow, so have until thirteen hours if you wish to talk in person or my number too."
What do I talk to her about? Her son? How I think about her son every day and every night? What we do in dreams?