❝ Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴀʟʟs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs
I'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪᴛ's 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ
I'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ
I ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ
Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ❞♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎
Much to my dismay, Saturday night came quicker than expected.
The past three days were a blur, thanks to my jam-packed cleaning schedule, and I was immensely grateful for the distraction. The mere thought of Rebecca and I sharing a table made my skin crawl in anticipation, which is why I've been avoiding the topic as a whole in my mind.
"Are you even listening to me?"
I glanced up from my plate of spaghetti at the sound of Kyle's voice. "Of course."
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Repeat back to me what I just said."
Shit.
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Maid To Be
Romance♡ We were the only ones in the elevator, and to make matters worse, we were on the twentieth floor, which meant that we had a long way to go before we reached the ground level. Kyle's eyes seemed to be glazed over as he continued to stare...