I don't mean to come off aggressive
I'm just here to pass off the message
'Cause you were in my head when
I thought I lost my mind
But we do this every time
Cause there's something that you're doing has me falling all the way
I'm tripping off your love and all the other drugs we taking
Over all the others, you're the one all over me
I need your therapy, need your therapy
I'm not one for relationships
It's over-rated
We could still be lovers
That's all I'm saying, and
Over all the others, you're the one all over me
I need your therapy
Need your therapy
I'm fiendin' off, fiendin' off you
I'm needin', needin' you
I'm fiendin' off, fiendin' off you
I'm needin', needin' you
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Three days later, Mirána woke up at 7:00 to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She looked to see it was her boss, and she rolled her eyes and groaned before answering it.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Where the hell have you been?" He asked her in a hiss and she sighed.
"I'm sorry, Okay? I completely—"
"There's no excuse for this, Mirána."
"I know, and I am sorry."
"This is the fourth time you've skipped work. Maybe you can find a place that will find that acceptable because you're fired." With this, he hangs up and she exhales, defeated.
"Everything okay?" Peter asked her and she laughed.
"I'm great." She seethed.
It then hit her that she was fighting with Roman, and she squeezed her eyes closed.
"Has He...?" She looked up at Peter and he shook his head.
"No. He hasn't said a word to me about it. He acts like it's not bothering him. But I know it is." Peter sat beside her on the couch.
"Do you think he'll kick me back out if I go to get my toothbrush because it is the most important, and only thing, he didn't give me. And my finger isn't doing as good of a job." She huffed and Peter licked his lips.
"It's your fucking toothbrush. If he kicks you out for trying to get your toothbrush, I'll go kick his ass." Peter told her and she laughed, getting her shoes on.
Roman was sitting at the dinner table with his mother and sister, leaned back, drinking a glass of wine.
He was thinking about Mira. How he hadn't even acknowledged her for 24 hours, and he was honestly about to have a melt down because of it. Had he really become so dependent on her?
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Hemlock Grove: Cold Blooded | Roman/O.C
Fanfiction" I feel your fear Surrounded by your skin You feel my heartbeat vibrate so violent Inside of your head I see it in your eyes You're no good for me And love is blind Cold Blooded " -Khalid -« • »- "You are draining the life from me in the form of...
