(Spin-off book of Aesthetic)
A suicidal girl named Rosaline is too scared to kill herself and openly tries to get a murderer to do it for her but it doesn't go as planned.
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"Are you crazy, you almost died!"
"I know right, I was so freakin' close...
After making breakfast for myself I got in the shower and got dressed and brushed my teeth.
I stood on the balcony and took a cigarette from my pocket. Taking a drag of the nicotine helped my anxiety. I didn't think it would be right to smoke weed so early in the morning, also I was too lazy to roll up a joint. This was the next best thing I had to ease me.
I hear the screen door screech behind me, knowing it's Ro.
I turned around to have my breath catch in my throat. She wasn't wearing bottoms, just pink underwear.
Before I could say anything she starts.
"Why?" She squints at me.
"What?"
"Why did you tuck me in last night in yourbed?" She folds her arms and leans against the frame.
"I just wanted to."
"I don't believe you, first I'm stupid, then you want to make me comfortable, it doesn't make sense?"
"Can't you just let it go, I'm sorry for calling you stupid it just slipped." I roll my eyes.
"So you don't think I'm stupid?"
"No, it was my fault, I should have given you more things to say." I take another drag.
"Cigarettes are bad for you."
"I know that."
"You don't care?"
"Nope," I shake my head. "You mind telling me why you're not wearing pants?" I ask, trying to focus on just her face.
"Oh I get really hot sometimes and sleep this way, I guess I was just too lazy to put them back on." She shrugs.
"Ass out while I'm here though, that isn't strange to you?"
"Not really, I know you aren't attracted to me, so I'm not worried about impressing you."
"Who said I wasn't attracted to you?" I quirk an eyebrow at her.
"Nobody had to tell me, I can see it in your face and by the way you act."
"Hmm maybe you're right." I chuckle.
If only she knew I actually find her very attractive, her personality could use some work though.
She rolls her eyes and turns back into the apartment, heading for the kitchen I'm assuming, her backside on full display.
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A hear a knock on the door and put my cigarette out.
I open the door to see Trace holding a box.
"Wassup."
"Nothin' much."
"How's the princess doin', she growing on you yet?" He asks, walking in.
