Selena POV
The movie was great, Mr. and Mrs. Jupiter was amazing, it turns at the end they're all in a polyamorous relationship, the wife, the girl, the husband and the boy and it ends happily for once. None of the lovers die, no one has to choose. It was time for a change in the world that if Zee and I could be married, or Sawyer and Bradley then why couldn't people who were more than a party of two?
I loved Zee but sadly I could never see myself sharing her with anyone in this entire world. Having her make friends was all the bounds in the world there was to be. But here I was holding her hand and talking about the movie from beginning to end and how the love scenes were perfectly detailed. We were on our way walking down from the theatre, on our way back home and still faced the same weather as it was this morning.
"I had a memory earlier," Zee told me.
I was full of excitement once she told me, I knew having sex with her would hopefully trigger something. I knew she could do it. "what was it about Zee?"
She stared down into the ground as she walked trying to remember. "I just bought you into the house, you were passing me something but I took you into the bathroom and then that's all I remember, it really was just from the kitchen to the bathroom but something more important was you saying that my age didn't matter and to me that meant everything,"
I felt so warm inside just to hear her say that. "look at me," I tell her. Zee looked back at me. "I don't care how old you are, I have never seen so much beauty in my entire life from anyone but you and that comes from what's inside. You being who you are is what matters to me, to Sawyer and anyone else who really gives a damn."
She took my hand and kissed the back of it with one longing and sweet kiss looking me in the eyes so deeply until I could feel the core of my soul tremble; maybe it was that or maybe it was the cold outside plus the additional blow of wind that came with the general snow coming down.
I could see that she was overcome with joy as she walked down the stores with me, we were all laughing with our friends and for me, new friends. Bradley was cracking jokes and I couldn't help but laugh even though they were a lit terrible. "alright stop man you're terrible," Zee told him. We kept walking down the streets until I saw Zee's expression change right before my eyes. "baby what's wrong?" I asked.
"You know what, I think I left my phone at the theater why don't we all just go back and--"
"This bitch," I heard Sawyer seethe through his gritting.
"This is her?" Bradley asked. Sawyer nodded but I was stuck here confused as to who they were talking about but I could only guess they were talking about one person; Helen. I didn't see red yet but I could feel my instincts getting revved up from out of its own existence, I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks and my knuckles already felt raw from the instant I balled them.
"we're not going anywhere Zee," I mustered from my gritted teeth.
"Selena please let's just ignore her and then maybe she'll--"
The closer she walked as we stood there gawking at the woman she came into m view with an apologetic look on her face, her face was full of shit and I wanted to ruin her sorry ass even more than the shame that was cast upon her. I wanted to smack her mouth wide open and break her entire face into the curb. I also felt an alter looming to protect Zee but I kept a strong mental front to stay present. "Sawyer," Helen spoke. Her voice reminded me of a dog collar bell, low, annoying and thick. It rang in my ears. "Zee," she spoke again and when she said Zee's name it would remind anyone of a wave at the beach and I think I wanted her more dead now for hearing her perfect voice than I did before I knew about the woman. Helen looked at the both of them but I knew where my place was as the two of seemed like they were both cemented to the sidewalk.
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M A N I A C (lesbian romance)
Romance"Is anything in this world real?" A woman that was depersonalization / derealization disorder stuck between the real world and her own hell and a girl; stuck between her many personalities.