Suicide Sisters

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The night had settled into a comforting hush, the kind that wraps around you like a well-worn blanket. Kiya lay in bed, her thoughts a tumultuous whirlpool of emotions, while the soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting gentle shadows that danced across the room. She felt Zed's presence beside her—a warmth that both soothed and unsettled her.

"I love you" he whispered, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down her spine. It was a phrase she had heard countless times, yet it hung in the air like a challenge, a promise, and a plea all at once.

"Go home, Zed" Kiya replied, her tone edged with a mixture of frustration and longing. She didn't want to confront the tangled web of their relationship, but the words slipped out before she could catch them.

"I will" he nodded, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he climbed into bed, clinging almost instinctively to her backside. "In the morning."

Kiya released a breath, trying to create some distance, both physically and emotionally. She inched forward, wedging a pillow between them, a flimsy barrier against the pull of his affection. But Zed, ever the playful spirit, promptly threw the pillow off the bed, tugging her backward with a gentle insistence.

"I didn't do anything wrong, stop treating me like I did" he said, his lips brushing against her shoulder as he covered her skin with soft kisses. His touch was both tender and electric, igniting a flicker of warmth in her chest that she couldn't ignore. Yet, the weight of their recent arguments loomed large, casting a shadow over the intimacy they once shared.

"Stop talking to me" Kiya murmured, her heart racing as she wrestled with the conflicting desires within her. She wanted to push him away, to establish boundaries, but the very essence of Zed drew her in like a moth to a flame.

"I love you" he repeated, his voice earnest and unwavering. It was a mantra, a declaration that felt both comforting and suffocating.

"Show me" she replied, her words a challenge that hung between them, heavy with expectation. "make me feel secured in your life and our relationship, please." she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Kiya realized that love, despite its many forms, often transcends mere words. It's a symphony of actions, a dance of vulnerability and trust. The phrase "I love you" was a starting point, but what followed was the true testament to their bond.

Zed nodded, absorbing her words like a sponge. He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling in the dim light.

Zed took a moment, as if weighing her request against the backdrop of their shared history. Then, with a newfound determination, he reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers. "it deadass won't happen again, Ki. It might take me some time to get an idea of how to fixed this just... don't push me away."

The sincerity in his eyes made her heart ache. She could see the flicker of vulnerability beneath his playful exterior, the genuine desire to bridge the gap that had formed between them. It was a small step, but one that resonated deeply within her.

Kiya felt a warmth spread through her chest, a flicker of hope igniting in the darkness.

"I love you" Zed said again, but this time, it felt different. It was no longer just a phrase; it was a promise wrapped in sincerity and intent.

Kiya smiled softly, her heart swelling with a mixture of affection and resolve. "I love you too, Zed."

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