[ 𝙇𝘼 𝙉𝙊𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙂𝙄𝙀 ] ᯼ ✔

𝐗𝐕𝐈.

[A/n: FIVE OR FEWER CHAPTERS LEFT. Also, I'm sorry but I didn't edit it lol. Happy reading!]

[ Gigi ]

I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I acted like a jerk. I didn't know. I didn't know, I swear.

I love you so much. I loved her too,
but I'm sorry I asked.

°°- "Lies" -°°

After the confrontation they experienced. They had begun to recognize each other's circumstances and revivified their connection. Extended days and nights were precious as Nicky was by her side. They strolled by the seashore, hand in hand as they descant melodies to the dazzlingly gleaming sun above.

Disseminating a ghastly plate of spaghetti during dinner that they both prepared a feat to prepare in chuckles. Her lover's fingers caressing her exposed flesh longingly as they waltzed without the need for music or rendered sensual lovemaking.

Every living second with her, Gigi experienced as if it was ethical euphoria manifested in time. She dwelled and breathed through it all, voluntarily. All those moments they had disregarded in the last interval of her expeditions, evolved with a gift-wrapped veneer.

Nonetheless, there had occurred some modifications in her behaviors, the Scandinavian simply overlooked them and deciphered on refurbishing their liaison after the appalling opprobrium.

Their union did not require any restorations, hardly rehabilitation of the absent foundation of reliance that Nicky had relinquished from her lover. She was acting strangely since the day she arrived back home.

She was more sensitive to touch and wear more and more respectful attire during days out in the public.

An enormous degree round from her conventional skin-tight getups. Her skin appeal was flawless, not that it was not, to undertake with.

She had a brighter manifestation and appeared to be shimmering with every vanishing second. She was elegant; no compunction. But it came across extraordinary to Gigi that she suddenly had;

rather peculiar food cravings. Such as melt-chocolate paired with salted-pickles. Saline-crackers for dessert and the most horrific of all; raw and unpeeled onions.

It was too alarming for even the devotee herself to glance upon as her French-lover indulged and were pleased with in the disagreeable delights. Much as to bussing her afterward with the scent and aftertaste waning.

With certainty; Gigi attended to her needs as a loving and caring spouse would do. Nevertheless, it defined her to a ledge of whether should she swagger back and consult a professional medic, or plunge downwards and precisely tolerate the dilemma be. In the demise, the brunette made restitution with no mind; after altogether, she was the one at mistake.

The last straw for the Scandinavian's concerns was when Nicky vomited forth at an ungodly hour in the sunrise. Her lover assisted her as she clutched her current scantily over-grown platinum-blonde mane.

This went on for a few days without a finish but evidently terminated when Nicky proceeded to take restraint of her unusual liturgies with the subsidy of hormonal pills.