X | Therapy (Part 2)

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I hope I made the impression
That I was always interested
All the feelings I kept in
What should we do?
Whatever you want to

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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Roman walked back upstairs from talking with Chessuer and saw Mirána was in his bed, curled up asleep.

       

    His uncle Norman had called and told him to try to see if he could find Letha, and something was telling Roman she was with Peter.

       

       

    He stepped to Mirána and brushed her hair back, causing her to look up at him and smile widely.

       

    "What're you doing?" He asked her calmly.

       

    "Sleeping." She replied lazily and he sat down a moment.

       

    "I'm gonna go to Peter's, Okay?"

       

    "Yeah, let me get my shoes on—" she started to sit up and he stopped her.

       

    "Hey, Hey, you need to sleep." He told her. "I'll be back soon." He assured her and she swallowed thickly.

       

    "Roman, you're drunk—"

       

    "I'll be careful, alright?" He raised his brows and she nodded.

       

    "Okay." She said uneasily and he kissed her cheek gently before walking out.

       

    Just as he pulled out of the driveway, Mirána grabbed her phone and dialed Alec's number.

       

    "Hello?"

       

    "Hey, I'm coming over." She told him and he was silent a moment.

       

    "Why?"

       

    "You know why. Just have the door unlocked when I get there." She told him before hanging up.

       

    She typed a text to Peter, before getting dressed and leaving.

       

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