Addicted to her 2

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*Tessa POV*

It has been almost two weeks since I meet him every single morning at the coffee shop.

He is really kind and bet an amazing person.

He is not that open, there's something that stops him to do or talk normally and freely.

His eyes says a lot about him, he has a lot to say, but not a person to whom he can say.

Right now I'm laying on my bed,  losing myself in his thoughts.

I dont want to think about him, but guess what? I am.

I dont like him, like for sure.

My heart belongs to just one person and that's Him.

I bring my hand around the chain on my neck and take a hold of hit.

I have put the ring that Marcus gave me.

Every time I touch it, i feel like he is around me, really close. And knowing that the other part of the ring is with Marcus, it marks more that feeling.

I close my eyes, knowing I should sleep, but not even after some minutes I hear a glass shatter on the wall in the apartment next to mine.

I fast open my eyes and sit up.

At first I thought I was already dreaming but then I heard some sounds coming from there.

My heart started to beat fast in my chest.

Is he fine?

Shall I go and check?

What if he is in trouble?

Without thinking again, I get up and put my slippers on.

I am scared of going there, but a feeling is pushing me to go there

I take my keys ,close the door behind me and get in front of his door.

I am so nervous right now

After some seconds I finally decide to knock.

But as I was about to knock I realized that the door was open.

What the heck?

What if a thief actually came?

As I am getting more worried I open the door and it's so dark in here.

Where the hell did I just come?

I try to find the way to the kitchen, since I know that its attached to my room.

I dont really know how but I mange to arrive there.

Not gonna like, I am so scared, I'll probably shit on myself.

Okay, I'm goin wild with words.

I need to chill.

I take a deep breath and open the kitchen door wide.

There is a slight street light coming from the window.

He is sitting on the chair while resting his arms on the contour.

I go closer to him and he I still have his back toward him.

He probably doesn't know him here.

I stop some centimeters away from him.

I slowly place my hand on his shoulder and he turns around really fast making me wince and take a step back.

His eyes are red blood.

He seems tired?

Frustrated?