(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...
"I left out some things when I told you my past." I sigh.
"Tell me." He pulls me on the couch with him.
"Well... I did have a job at first- two actually and I saved up all of my checks for three years. I worked at a restaurant and a clothing store. That money was for college by the way. I had to quit though to take care of my mom, she had gotten very sick. One day I went in my room to put some money I had gotten for my birthday in my box and almost all of it was gone. My parents had slowly but surely snuck and spent it all on drugs." My eyes began to tear up at the thought.
"Take your time." He held my hand tighter in his.
"I became even more depressed and disgusting. My dad's friends offered me money after they found out but the thing is...they wanted sex in return. I know I'm an idiot but I did it. Then I guess word got out at my school an one guy offered but I couldn't bring myself to say no, then everyone started to pay me. Yeah I felt gross but soon enough I had more than I started with and I put it in a bank so my parents couldn't take it again."
"Wow." He stands from the couch and leans against the wall. He folds his arms letting me know he was overwhelmed.
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"The thing is... I never went to college. I was too mentally ill, I would have ended up dropping out anyway. It's why I have so much money now." I finish the story and walk towards him.
"You- I- I can't even speak." He sighs.
"I hope this doesn't change how you look at me Fitz."
"Call me Daren."
"Daren?"
"Daren is my first name, Daren Fitzgerald."
"You're telling me this now?" I furrow my brows.
"I know it doesn't compare to what you've said but-"
"If you don't mind I'd like to call you Fitz, it's hot." I giggle.
"Fine."
"But seriously you're not mad?"
"No. Do I like it? Of course not but I'm not gonna stop caring about you."
I reach over and hug him tightly.
"Not to be rude but you don't have anything do you?"
"No I've gotten tested I'm clean." I smile.
"Good." He wraps his hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.
"I didn't think that story would turn this into a romantic moment." I chuckle.
"I have a thing for broken girls."
"I'm not one to kinkshame but that's messed up."
"Then why are you still touching me?"
"I um I don't know?"
"Let me show you how a real man is supposed to take care of you." He whispers before placing a kiss on my collar bone.
