Toxic Love

Signs

Aonung's POV:

I wake up feeling hungover as shit. I groan, as I grab my head in pain as I feel a headache rushing in. "Shit." I rolled over to the other side of my bed and felt a body under my satin sheets. Fuck. I lift up the covers to see Kiralu, my ex-girlfriend in my bed. I sit up and sigh, as I rub my temples. I get up and start to look for my pants when I hear Kiralu say," Where are you going ? We still haven't talked about last night you know," she says while smirking. I get a feeling of disgust, as her attempt to seduce me was so revolting. I roll my eyes in annoyance. I look over to her and say," Listen Kiralu, this was a mistake." She widens her eyes in shock. This happens so often, it might as well be a part of my daily life. I get high, call her over, have sex with her, then the next morning, she's storming out my door, hysterically crying. " How could you say that !? After everything we've done together, you tell me it was a mistake !" I look at her irritated. She crosses her arms and looks away from me. I smirk, and get closer to her, as she turns her head to look back at me, smiling smugly, thinking her seduction finally worked on me. I get close enough to her face, and she closes her eyes thinking i'm going to kiss her, when I say, "Get the fuck out my house Kiralu."
    "Fuck you Aonung !" Kiralu says flipping me off, running out of the house crying; just like I had predicted she would. "Fuck you too bitch !" I scream back to her, while laughing. "I'll call you next time I need my dick sucked !" I say while holding my rib, trying not to die laughing. I watch her drive off in her bougie Mercedes Ben's and then I slam my door shut. I turn, and walk back upstairs to my room, occasionally skipping a step. I sit down on my bed, and checked my phone, hoping that maybe, a certain person had texted me. No New Notifications. It was 7:30 pm, and no one had texted me. I sigh, knowing how that's how my life is now. Ever since that incident happened, I've been all alone, in this big fancy house. Well not all alone. Him. He was with me through my tough times. He helped me through so many things. But I can't think about him. Not now. Not anymore. What's done is done. I try to close my eyes, in hopes for some peace of mind from this hell of a life, but all that comes up is Him. He's in my mind. All the long moments we spent together. All the times I've kissed his body in places he told me no one ever has before. It's all coming back to me. Why ? Why now ? Ewya, why ? "No !" I shout. I look around the room, my body shaking, my breathing unstable. "Get out of my head !" I whisper, grabbing my head as hard as I can. "Please." I whisper, hoping that l somehow, it will help me. It fades away. Slowly but surely, it fades. I grumble to myself, and suddenly a whiff of a petrifying smell invites itself into my nose. I gag. "I need a shower. Bad."
    I finally get out of the shower, feeling fresh as ever. I wrap a clean towel around my waist, and look at myself in my mirror. Damn, I'm good looking. I smirk to myself, while walking out of the bathroom, into my bedroom. I change into a pair of black sweats, and decide not to put on a shirt. It's getting late, so I know it will be cooler. I brush my hair up into its regular bun. He always liked my hair down. I stop, realize what I just thought. What is wrong with me today ? Why is he suddenly all in my mind ? I ignore all of my thoughts, and finish up my hair. I sit down on my bed and check to see if there are any new notifications from anyone. I see it still says No New Notifications. I decide to stop getting my hopes up and to scroll on my phone for a bit, but I get interrupted by my stomach making a big gurgling sound. I sigh, getting up to go downstairs to make some type of meal for myself. I
head to the kitchen, and my head starts throbbing. I shout, kneeling down to the ground dropping my phone. I try to get up, but it seemed like the more I moved closer to my front door, the more my throbbing head got worse. Something in my head keeps telling me to open the door. I don't want to. Still my body starts having a mind of its own, and keeps moving towards the door. Maybe, it is a sign from Eywa. I shake my head, trying to get the headache to leave. I opened the door, and lock eyes with.. Him.

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