𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𐙚 (ON HOLD/ DRAMATIC CHANGES ARE HAPPENING sadly)
❝ Stop touching me with your eyes ❞
❝ I love watching you unfold in panic ❞
𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝...
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I HATE YOU ❝ What a fucking joke ❞
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Her heart sunk, sinking down her system like it had been removed and devoured. A flint of fire, harshly scarping down her skin—it's surface to ignite the flame and fire a side she thought her inner self could control.
The tight pull it had on her whole body, squeezing every part of her in a hole where her heart used to be. As her airway tightened in her throat, choking on the words. He left me.
He fucking left me. She had repeating. No one can change who he is. A player, a loner, and goddamn man whore who wants nothing from a girl but what's in between.
Jane's heavy steps dashed past Paris, infuriated and tensed in her ticking anger. Ticking to burst like a bomb. And yell at Edmond like she hadn't spoken in her entire life and finish it over with a backhand to set everything straight.
"Fuck Edmond. Fuck him." She voiced between her gritted teeth, stomping in the empty living room.
Which appeared untouched. The cushion surface is flat and smooth with no dents in the form of someone who could have sat on it. Pillows are arranged in every corner of the sofas. Again untouched.
As if he hadn't spent the night over.
A distant clamor of footsteps and a slam of the screen door shutting at once intensified from the kitchen, seizing Jane to rush in.
And there he stood, tugged from the hem of his swim shorts a colored towel, freshly damped in slight from a morning swim. His firm, exposed upper body extended his erotic arms, showcasing the excitement he had for Jane's appearance.
He granted a glimpse of his white teeth under his parted lips, flinging his glasses to the kitchen counter. "You look like you had a good sleep. Miss me?" Ed tugged his towel, dragging his bare feet to her.
Jane's eyes fumed at his delighted smile, burning from the chest by the unpleasant thoughts crowding her mind. The repeated say. "He fucking left me. Fuck him."
