An unlikely pair, Sybil & Syre find themselves being pulled toward the other by an undeniable force. They both have decided that they hate each other but over time that "hate" turns into something else all together.
As it turns out, these two wound...
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Eyeing the calendar, Sybil frowned and tore off the page, turning back and climbing back into bed. That's all she did lately.
It was September 1st. Syre had been gone for almost 2 months. No calls. No texts. No letters. Nothing. 2 months since she had seen his face or heard his voice. 2 months since she felt his hands on her skin, and his lips on hers.
She barely left Marcus' loft. It just wasn't in her to go outside and pretend like everything was peachy. She wasn't sure if she was still being watched but why even bother...faking like she was better off without him.
If anything, they would see how miserable she waswith him being gone. She knew it was necessary but that didn't make it hurt any less. If they were watching her, they probably would figure Syre died or something the way she looked so distraught.
Sure, to anyone else maybe 2 months didn't seem so long but to her it felt like forever. It felt like the days were dragging on in slow motion.
The salon was still closed, under renovations after the shooting. She didn't even know the work getting done until she drove past and saw construction workersz
When she came back to Marcus and asked him, she found out that Syre set everything in place before he left.
She missed him terribly.
Crumbling up August's calendar sheet, she dropped it on the floor and curled back under the blanket. Wrapping her arms around the body pillow and trying to picture it as him.
Feeling a shift in the bed, she watched as Maverick climbed into the bed. A couple pounds bigger than he was before and making the jump all on his own now.
"You know you not supposed to be up here witcho big self." She whispered to him.
He ignored her, walking closer to his mom's body and cuddling up against her.
She let him stay and rested her hand against his stomach.
"I'm letting you stay because I'm lonely...."
Grabbing her phone for what felt like the thousandth time, she unlocked it and checked her messages. Once again, seeing nothing new.
She sighed and dropped it back into the bed. She pouted softly, before the overwhelming emotion took over her and she began to cry.
Walking up the cracked door, Chivaugn frowned hearing Sybil cry.
It was like she was stuck. ChiChi watched day after day as Sybil would come out to eat, and then climb right back in bed. She wanted Sybil to feel better but the only thing that would lift her spirits would be seeing Syre. Or at least hearing from him.
