The Possessive One

Prologue

I woke up feeling sore and worn out at the same time. I checked my phone to see what time is it.

3:15am

Damn! I overslept! I muttered to myself.

I noticed that there are 3 miscalls coming from him which I ignored at first but my conscience butt in so I wear his shirt and walk straight to the bathroom. After 3 rings he finally answer my call.

"Hi baby. Thank God you called I was beginning to worry about you." He answered with his husky voice.

"H-hi. Sorry I wasn't able to answer your call. I was so tired and passed out already." I bite my lips as I let those words slip out of my mouth.

Lies. More Lies.

"No it's fine. I'll just call tomorrow okay? Sleep, I'll see you soon." He said so sweetly and I can't help but feel guilty as I stared at the maple brown eyes of my own reflection.

Suddenly a broad arms wrapped around my waist from behind and showers me small kisses on my neck.

"Mmm." I can't help but to feel good. And I hate myself for that.

"Okay baby. I love you." He hangs up already and I was't able to tell him how much I love him too.

"Stop I'm going home." I pushes his arms away from me and gather all my clothes that scattered all over the floor.

"Leaving already? Where not done yet." He said as I continue to change my clothes not minding him sitting as he stares at me deeply.

"Cmon it's suppose to be my schedule today right? Why are you walking away?" He said looking at me with those sad eyes. I cannot loose to that eyes anymore. I have to get hold of myself.

"I-m.. I-m sorry." I left him.

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As I drove away from his condominium. I let myself cry. Thinking what mess my life has become. I feel not myself anymore or this must have been the real me after all this time.

I stared at the long road with my teary eyes. Wondering how did the three of us end this way? Why did I let my anger get the part of me.

I feel so lost.

He used to be my comfort zone, yet now he was one the persons I want to get away, but I can't.

He used to be the one that melts my heart with his smile, yet I'll be the one who will wipe those precious one.

I'm selfish.

I'm possessive.

All the things have been on my favor and because of that I ruined their lives.

This is our story.

A broken story.

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- JAstbeyourself