A business arrangement forced us together.
His power keeps us tangled.
And every time I try to pull away... I want him even more.
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"When the lights don't glow the same way that they use to And I finally get a moment to myself
I will realize you were everything I'm missing"
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AMIRA
By the time I finished logging the final formulation, my eyes felt heavy from focusing too long, my fingers carried traces of ten different versions of almost-perfect, and my mind refused to settle on anything that felt complete, which only irritated me more because I knew I was close. It was moments like this that showed me my passion for what I fought so hard to pursue.
Nia had already left, of course she had, and not without giving me that look on her way out, the one that said she knew something I was either ignoring or pretending not to understand, which, knowing her, was probably both.
She looked out of the window of our 3rd floor lab and took in the sunset. She always loved sunsets. She saw something but quickly morphed her facial reaction into one that was confused but let it go. She grabbed her purse and placed her phone in her back pocket after taking a picture, walking to the exit. "Don't stay too long," she had said casually, already halfway out the door.
"I won't," I answered without looking up, because I never do. She paused just long enough to let it sit.
"You say that every time." And then she left anyway, like she always did, leaving me alone in a space that felt more like mine when no one else was in it.
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ALESSANDRO
I didn't plan on staying. That's what I told myself when I walked into the lobby, checking the time once before leaning back against the column like it didn't matter, like I hadn't already calculated how long she usually stayed after everyone else left.
Two hours passed anyway. I stopped checking. I wanted to completely stop checking but my fucking peripheral vision betrayed me just like the organ beating inside of my chest.
The quiet should've made it easier to leave, but instead it gave me too much space to think, and lately, thinking about her had become something I did more often than I cared to admit.
