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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋-chapter 21

Dustin:
She's breaking me inside, she just doesn't know it.
She leaves the room and leaves me speechless,

leaving me alone.

I sit on her bed, my hands holding my head.

I left her, but she must understand that leaving her was not part of my plan.

If I had not come today, Most of the chances I would have come here to look for her.

Every single one I fuck, they are not like hazel.

No one compares to her.

I'm trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I go downstairs to the living room, looking at the TV and at Hazel, she's like a fucking angel.

She lies on her stomach in a fetal position with her messy hair, and her mouth open, like a little baby.

She shrinks as the wind comes in from the window and hits her body straight, I approach and take a

blanket out of the closet, cover her tiny body, sit down next to her.

I approach her face, tempted to kiss her, but I put my lips to her forehead, kiss her and stroke her hair, looking at her.

"I always loved you Hazel, I never hesitated," I mumble softly, continuing to stroke her as she release the sweetest snort I've ever heard,

just like the one after the shower we did when we were 7yo and fell asleep in her bed.

I look at her more a little and move her aside, lie down next to her, stroking her hair until I fall asleep as well.

Hazel:
My head explodes, completely, and I feel an arm wrapped around me.

So cold.

It's Dust.

How the hell did he get here and why did he sleep with me?

God.

I move his arm away from me, get up from the couch and smell the smell coming out of the kitchen, the same smell that was in the morning I found out he had left me.

The flashbacks are back.

I get up naked, wind on my back, I go downstairs to the kitchen, but he's not there.

Avery announces that he has left.

And since then things have changed even more.

And somehow I'm Dylan's partner, a terrible partner.

And my relationship with Dust is over, and now he's back again?

No, I won't let this happen.

"Good morning, hun!" Avery says, standing on her tiptoe, kissing my cheek. I have reached this stage that I am higher than her.

"Hungry?" She asks and I nod,
sitting down at the table as Eric bless me with his good morning.

Avery builds a tower of four large pancakes, hands them to me, "Blueberries and honey?" She asks.

"You're amazing," I murmur, nodding as she takes the honey out of the cupboard.

I hear footsteps going behind me, hands holding my shoulders.

"Good morning," he mutters to my ears, I move him away, he can't do it, it won't happen.

"Thank u mum," he says to her, reaching his hands for my plate, taking it and advancing towards the

living room, I roll my eyes in contempt and play with the fork that at the table.

He's such an idiot.

"I'll make you a new one," Avery says and I thank her.

'In the last day it has been decided to close the houses,' I hear the voice of the television.

'We ask all of you to close the houses for your safety, please be careful not to leave,' the broadcaster says, and I understand the meaning.

God.

Not only Dylan hasn't contacted me yet, I'm stuck here for another three days, at least.

With him.

"Did you hear?" I ask Avery anxiously.

"Eric went out to close," she announces, approaching me and telling me about her friend , who met a

young man in his 20s and now they're married.