KAYLA (͓̽𝒢𝑜𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓊 )͓̽

KAYLA-49. The act

To you, gentle readers who waited ✧*。

Welcome back, glad to see you again!

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I struggled to open my one-way mirror door as I trotted along the hallway.

Every step I took was a nightmare. I decided to come and meet his Dad.

God knows how depressing this is.

I wore a blueberry silk-blend turtleneck dress, I got all my hickeys covered because Gon made a lot that I can't even cover with concealers, and I wore the necklace that he gave me.

My waist looked extremely narrow and the wide skirt of my dress went down gracefully just above my knees and my calves are showing.

I don't even know why I dressed up. I wore customized sandals. The silver ball dust hung on the metallic glittery straps and the inch of its heel makes a dying sound every time I step on the staircase.

Lower I go, and I see Gon. His back facing me.

We're not fine.

He doesn't understand. I don't make him understand. I don't do anything to calm his curiosity and pride.

He thinks I'm cheating. He thinks I don't love him and I do this to hurt him.

He doesn't understand and it's my fault that he screamed at me. He gave those eyes at me.

He told me he's tired when he told me he will never get tired of me.

But that's right. Who wouldn't be tired? I do make him feel rejected. To the point that he can't take it anymore.

Fuck promises. Feelings change.

He's upset about what just happened. I'm upset too.

Romance is a needed commodity in a relationship. But we don't do romance.

Gon needs me. Needs me with his needs, as his girlfriend.. cross that. I'm not a girlfriend.

We're both immature in love. We thought dancing in the moonlight was the most amazing feeling.

We thought kissing under the rain was the one who makes us a true couple that everyone envies.

We all thought up to this day, that you can call something love if it involves and shows ardent passion.

Truth is.

People don't have the emotional energy to maintain the state of love. It is tiring, it is exhausting. Without commitment.

And maybe that's why we're still together because we committed even though we don't have rings in one of our fingers that indicate our soon inseparable bond.

But no matter how much you committed if you don't nourish what you've planted together it will not last.

You don't just say and think you love someone, you do, you show, most of all you give. Without hesitations, without fear, boldly and freely.

But I am not fair. And I can't do anything about it.

And being fair right now is being selfish also.

I walk more, put my gaze down as I help myself clutching my fingers on the bronze staircase handle.

Well, it came from his mouth. His own words. He stayed because he loves me.