𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒)

~59 WE NEED TO TALK💜

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°ONOME MANUEL •

    Recently, I had done some stupid things. At this point, I felt like I was having spiritual issues; something was definitely pushing me, because how could I kiss him? Why would I want to kiss somebody like him in the first place?

He confronted me, which was extremely embarrassing. The fact that I was now in his house was the worst. Because arriving here now seemed like a bad idea. I came here to get the pills from him, but I could not bring myself to confront him.

Even though I tried so hard to block those thoughts, I knew he was correct: I did have a problem. Because why was I here, especially after the confrontation. Normally, I would avoid him like my life depended on it, but here I was in his house, all because of those same pills.

It would have been better if he agreed to sell to me in bulk rather than as a beggar. But he won't, so I keep coming back.

Most of the time, I wondered how all of this was his concern; it was my life, not his, and it was fraustrating  enough.

It was embarrassing enough that he caught me stealing, but to think he was awake when I did it, I could not bring myself to stay close to him, let alone make eye contact; I might die of embarrassment.

Pere walked into the room and sat on her bed. I noticed the bracelet on her hand right away; it was so beautiful that it could not be missed. The bracelet was extremely flashy.

"It is fine." I told her when I noticed she was putting it away. "Why are you putting it away? You should wear it to church!" I said this because she mentioned having a church service today. This was not a false one.

"It is too fancy." She complained.

"That is the beauty." I responded.

"This is the first thing bro Oreva will notice when he looks at my hand. I do not have the strength to respond to his many questions." She lamented.

"Who is it from?" I inquired, and she gave me a knowing look. More like, was I supposed to ask her that question?

"He gave to me." She spoke.

One thing I noticed was that she almost never referred to her boyfriend by name; instead, she used he, him, and my boyfriend.

She always attacked her sister whenever she mentioned his name; it was as if she was afraid she would be caught.

"He is even complaining about church weekly services." She explained.

“Really.” I asked slowly.

“Yes.” She said.

"With that rate, he was definitely going to figure you out." I told her; in the meantime, she put it away and turned to face me.

“How do I tell him to stop buying me gifts?” She inquired, looking concerned. "It is not that I am not grateful; however, I do not want to appear rude or ungrateful. I do not know how to tell him. She said, looking worried.

It was hilarious because she appeared genuinely concerned.

"Who does not like receiving gifts?" I inquired.