I meet him at the right time. Or a completely wrong one, depending on the perspective you look from.
I am not the one to fall head over heels in love with someone and he is not the guy someone should even fall in love with.
But there are all the wit...
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❝All the glamour and the trauma
and the fucking melodrama❞
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When I step into my room, making sure I lock the door, I remember that I told Harper I'm going out for a cigarette and then I never came back.
"Shoot," I mutter to myself, taking my phone out of my pocket and see I already have five missed calls from her and dozens of texts. I immediately call her back.
"Kadie! Where are you?" she asks hurriedly, picking up on the second ring.
"I'm at home. Sorry I disappeared on you, I didn't want to make you worried, but I'm all good."
"You make me want to kill you sometimes, I swear. How did you get home? Did you walk? In the dark?" She never lets me walk around alone in the dark. I mean, she has a point, but I have a knife and good self-defence skills so I'm not that worried for myself.
"No, Harp. Don't worry, I'm fine. Heading to bed now," I lie.
"It's a little early for you," she comments.
"I know. I'm tired," I say. And that's not a lie.
"Okay, I won't keep you up, then. Goodnight," she wishes me.
"Goodnight," I tell her, feeling bad for lying to her. But it's for a good cause, I tell myself. If she knew where I was going, she'd be more worried and she shouldn't be. The less she knows, the better.
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