NOTHING COULD BREAK A BROKEN GIRL. BUT HE DID.
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"Don't leave me." I repeat quietly, my voice basically dead of life and audibility.
And with that, my mind lacks of consciousness and I allow the darkness consume me.
But not before hearing a faint...
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I'M FINALLY LEFT ALONE to sit in silence and drink in agonizing peace, inwardly praying my thoughts don't drown my state of mind.
This would be a perfect time to smoke, but I can't. They have a no smoking policy in the private rooms.
With parted legs, a cold glass of scotch in my hand and tired eyes, I fix my gaze on the ceiling designed in an illusion of clouds, hovering above me.
I don't get the chance to completely soak up into the world of my traumatic mind that I knew was inevitable, because another knock on the door unintentionally saves me.
"Come in." I don't bother thinking of who it meant be on the other side of the door. Although, I'm very certain it's not Daniella.
A pleasant smile immediately arises across my lips like they were prone to, mirroring that of the person that just walked into the room. The sound of her heels resounds with each step she takes.
"If it isn't Cillian Cross himself." I stare back at a very familiar face, watching as she makes her way to where I am seated.
"Electra." Her name rolls off my tongue delectably. Mindlfully, I take a big gulp of the scotch till it finished, leaving the glass with melting ice.
"It's been what? Nine, ten months since we last saw?" She helps to refill my glass, purposefully shooting her ass in my face.
Normal antics.
She takes off the oversized black suit jacket she has on and drops it nonchalantly on the floor, before planting her ass on the couch besides me. She sits cross legged and faces me directly.
"This room is foolishly cold. You're gonna freeze without that jacket on." I gesture my finger to the laying piece.
"Don't worry Doctor," she smirks and I almost rolled my eyes at the Doctor name.
"I have a reason to be hot since you are here." I don't miss the spitfire look blazingly present in her eyes.
She still has the sliver septum nose piercing I was acquainted with since the first day I met her. The little black inked designs tattooed on her skin, above her chest and on her arms are visible in the flimsy, tiny straps dress she has on.
I take quick notice of her outfit. The piece of sparkling silver material is barely covering any part of her body. The mini dress has deep slits at both sides, all the way up to her defined hips.
