Over Again by Kiana Orange

Over Again by Kiana Orange

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As his arms had started to blanket around me, I unexpectedly pushed him away but wasn't very successful due to his larger physique. "You can't just come back here and expect things to be the way they were! And then like any other tragic love story, you hug me, and kiss me, and try to feed me bullshit by saying that everything is going to be-" I cut myself off as I soon began to choke on my tears and the rain. He only ignored my words and wrapped me up in his arms as yet another boom of thunder erupted around us. Even if his shirt and his jacket were soaked in rain, I was amazed by how warm he still was while I continued to freeze my ass off during this shitty weather. Eventually I had begun to lose the feeling in my hands after holding onto his jacket for so long as I started to sob into his chest. He had remained silent since giving me that sincere, but confusing speech, but he did occasionally hold me tighter and rub my back while I cried for him and because of him. "Jasmine, I-" I had only shook my head which made him stop speaking of the words he was going to say. The words I thought I never would've heard since he had spoken them. And now the words I was always afraid to not just say, but also hear from anyone.. not even myself. "Please.. don't say it. I can't let you do it, let alone say it, at least not to me. Plus you never did, anyway." I told him. "But, why?" He asked, already sounding like he was choked up as well. "You know why," "Why can't I- Why won't you let me?" "Because.." I first said as I tried to sober up from my crying spree but would accidentally slip up. "I'm afraid.." I decided to murmur before my eyes averted to the ground. Soon his hand gently laid against my cheek before he had made me look up at him, meeting those same emeralds I had missed for what felt like decades, though it seemed like they were half the shade they used to be. It wasn't until he finally whispered, "Don't be..."
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My palm cracked against his cheek before I even realised I'd raised it. He froze, then smiled-slow, cruel, like he saw something ugly inside me I tried so hard to hide. And then his hand shot up, fingers sliding into my hair.... enough to make me meet his eyes. Enough to remind me how easily he could close the distance between anger and something darker. "You think this makes you brave?" "No," I said. "It makes me done being scared." "Do that again," his breath touch my cheek, "and I'll make sure you never forget how I'll ruin you." I laughed breathlessly. "You already did. You've been ruining me since the day I stepped into this place." He smirked. "If that's what you call ruined, Sunshine, you haven't seen anything yet." "Obsessed. Psychotic. You can't stand not being in control, can you?" He leaned in, voice cutting. "Control? No. I just hate losing. And I hate you more than anyone I've ever met." "Leave me alone... demon," I managed, "stay out of my life." hating the tremor in my tone. He stared at me. "Demons never let go of their prey." his thumb brushes on my lower lip. "Until you do what I say." He stepped back and took off his jacket and held the jacket out between us. "You want me to leave you alone?" He said slowly like a challenge disguised as mercy. I crossed my arms. "What are you doing?" "Making it official." "Official?" He stepped closer, so close I could feel the faint heat still clinging to the leather. "You'll wear this," his grey eyes locked on mine. "You'll wear my jacket. Every time you feel it, every time someone looks at you, you'll remember who made you take it. You'll remember me and I'll stay away." For a heartbeat, I stared at him, hated him for how much I understood his madness. How he twists me, questioning my own sanity, using every crack in me as a weapon. Would Elara choose peace over him? Tale of vengeance, obsession and defiance. Dark academia aesthetic. Morally heroes, slow-burning romance. Enemies-to-lovers.

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