"She was wrong for me on so many levels. For one, she belonged to another, and could never be mine. But even I, was powerless in the face of raw seduction and fiery heated encounters..." Quillon Ivante.
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"It's a truth universally acknowledged t...
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Elbert Hubbard once said: “A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” So I want to tell you, my dear, that despite all my drawbacks, you still love me. You are my friend, my soul mate, my love, and I am endlessly thankful to you for your feelings.
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QUILLON'S POV
I lean on the doorpost of Niccole's room, crossing my legs and folding my arms as I watch her gently tuck the sleeping Bonnie into her bed.
As usual I don't want to invade their privacy, so I'm content where I am, watching them. I don't even know why I'm still here. It's late, Bonnie's already sleeping. I'm sure Niccole wants to catch her sleep as well, because she's been the one stressed out the most. She had been screaming and crying for hours
So I turn my back to leave, but I hear a voice softly, behind me
"Stay"
I turn back around, to glance at her
"Please" she finishes off
"Stay please. I'm not feeling sleepy yet, and I really don't want to be alone right now. My own thoughts will drive me crazy" she sniffed
How could I refuse? My mind mentally compared the Niccole of just this morning, to the Niccole of now. Static difference. Grief really, can change a person, but I brush that out of my thoughts
"Of course I'll stay. I'm here as long as you need me Nick" and I lock the door, walking into the room
"I'd like us to seat on the rug, by the fire, if you don't mind. Bon's on the bed and I don't want to wake her up"
"I don't mind" I assured, as I waited for her to spread the thick duvet on the floor, by the fireplace, and put two pillows on top of it. When she was convinced that it was comfortable enough for two persons, she motioned me over to sit with her, and I did.
A few seconds to my surprise, she stands up again
"I want to make two cups of coffee for the both of us" she explains, and I relax, finally understanding.
Less than thirty minutes later, she was done, and came back to sit, handing me a cup.
"We were just five years old when Narlia started standing up for me. I uh...was really stubborn, and unruly. She was the serious one right from the very beginning. I... when we were five, I decided I wanted to play with a ball belonging to three young boys, so I ran and dragged the ball out of their hands. They pursued me, and in the process, one of them fell and hit his knee, injuring himself badly. The other two continued pursuing me and when they got to me, were ready to beat me up, but my sister stood in front of me and stretch her arms wide to protect me, bravely announcing to the boys that if they wanted to beat her baby sister, they'd had to go through her first. But I knew she was scared. Because the boys were nine year olds. They were so much more bigger than me. But she stood up for me anyway, she was so brave..." She stopped talking, having a far away look in her eyes, as if she wasn't even in the room with me anymore, as if she was back on that playing field of a five year old, relieving those memories once more. But I wanted her to continue speaking, I honestly wanted to know as much as I could about her, her past life before she met me, plus talking was going to help with the grief
"So what happened next?" I prodded, and she snaps back, staring at me. I was right, she'd journeyed far away from this room before.
"What happened next? The parents of those boys came to the rescue. My parents did as well. And they asked what happened, why was that boy injured? The one who scraped his knee. And before I could uh....think about what to say, or acknowledge that it was me, Narlia immediately steps in and admits to the whole crime. That she wanted a ball, that she forcefully ripped it off the arm of those boys, that she caused one of the boys to dislocate his knee... My parents were so mad. They were more than pissed off! Because she was supposed to be the responsible one who took care of me. And it went on like that, till we grew up. Or rather, till my parents died. Whenever I did something wrong, Narlia would say it was her. And my parents would scold her. But I think deep down, they knew it wasn't really her. But they would scold her anyway, because according to them, covering up a crime or admitting to a crime you didn't commit in the first place, was just as bad as committing the crime, yourself. But what did I do when my parents died? When she finally needed me? When it was finally her turn to rely on me. I bolted. Thinking about only myself" Niccole sobs, and I drag her into my arms, comforting her
♣AUTHOR'SNOTE♣
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so I was able to drop a new chapter of HIS BOSS' WIFE (HBW)
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