Chapter 4; Milk and Cookies

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Hey guys! I was busy today so this is long but not as long as I'd like! But I do really hope you like it. There are probably errors but try to ignor them. Plus they're may be some things missing so if it seems incomplete ignor it please and thank you for reading! Byeeeee!
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Zaira Pov;

I finally awoke from the sleep I was almost enjoying. God Damnit Riddian...
With a quick swing of my legs I get off my bed. I rub my eyes and groan as I see my clock, 2:36. Why me!? I open my door with minimum squeaking, quickly leaving the room. Not bothering to shut the door.

I began making my way to the kitchen, with the heavy desire for cookies. Food is honestly the best thing to help me cope with life. As I make my way down the stairs I start humming, thinking it would make time go faster or make me happier. As I make it off the stairs of death I began my way to the kitchen of goods.

In the end I made it to heaven.

I walk in and turn on the light. Once the room is bright I make my way to the fridge were we store milk and cookies. I grab both of the essentials and place them on the bar counter.

I stoll over to the cabinet holding cups, grasping the largest one I saw. I poor myself a glass of milk and began eating the cookies displayed neatly on the plate in front of me.

This is something I do often. I'd get a dream I wish not to remember, so I'd come down here and eat my feelings away. Life sucks.

I close my eyes Imaging Riddian dancing with me on my brithday.

Once I opened my eyes, there he was. Twirling me around with a grin on his face.
He wore his casual clothes, same as me. I wore sweat pants and a take top as he danced with me.
This was one of my favorite things to do with him. He'd pick me up no matter what we were doing and dance with me.

Even if I didn't completely know how.

" Your an awful dancer princess. But I just might still love you in the end."
The illusion of Riddian said with a sly smirk that could always make me melt.

" Well I've never Danced before mister Mikanie." I say at the same time as my Illusion. My illusion was smiling as she spoke while I didn't have an once of emotion.
I didn't know how to smile like he could make me.

" Your beautiful love. Fit for my princess if I do so say."
He said as the illusion of me leaned its head on his chest.
He placed a gental kiss on my temple.
The Illusion of me looks up at him with a giggle as she placed a kiss on his nose, " And you are amazing. Fit for a king."

This made him chuckle.

" Well then I guess that makes you my queen."

With that it all faded away.

Bringing me back to the bull shit realty I resided in. The place I couldn't have him...

A throaty sigh left my lips as I shoveled another cookie into my mouth.
Footsteps brought me out of my day dream.

Some one rounded the corner and had yet noticed me as he made his way to the fridge. If I remember correctly his name was Enoch.

" I could've sworn I saw cookies in here earlier?"
A british accent said as it searched the fridge.

I chuckle, " I believe your looking for these." I say as I point at the plate in front of me.
The boy quickly wirled around at the sound of my voice.

How the hell didn't he see me?! Like seriously what the fuck!

He smiled as he saw the cookies.

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