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Let Me Be Your Home 13
I could feel nothing but conflicted and confused. It was surrounding me like an ocean of water, slowly bringing me further and further under the surface. I couldn't think straight.Days had passed since the night of the party. An acumen behind my perplexity was the loss of why I was still in this town. There was nothing here for me. Under usual circumstances, I would have already moved on to the next best place. No friends, no family, no house, no possible opportunity to win the lottery-so what was holding me back from leaving?Honestly, I didn't really need to ask myself that question.Although, not leaving this town wasn't the only thing taking my mind for a spin. Dean hadn't spoken to me since the party. When I woke up the next morning with my skull feeling as if it were being pierced repeatedly, he was gone. He had left a note saying he had to meet a friend.I woke up in his bed and he left me a goddamn note.The party itself was mostly a blur.I hadn't seen Dean around anywhere-b
Let Me Be Your Home 14
DEAN'S POV"Dean."I glanced at Ben, giving him a questioning look. He motioned for me to come over."What's up?" I leaned against the counter.He paused for a moment. "You were with a girl," he noted. He was missing his usual playful, teasing tone.I laughed awkwardly. "Uh-yes, that's right. I was."He pursed his lips in thought. He looked far too intrigued by the counter he was wiping down. "Was it a date?"He didn't seem-happy. That was usual. He was the one eager for me to find a wife. He was the one always encouraging me to start dating.I cocked my head to the side. "It was. I met her at the library the other day. We started talking, she was nice so I-I suggested lunch. Her name's Isabelle."I smiled faintly. Isabelle had just left, right before Ben called me over. It was a-fairly decent date, I suppose.Ben peered at me in thought, his eyes slightly squinted. There was something he was not telling me, I could see it on his face. My smile vanished, I stood up straight. "What is
Let Me Be Your Home 15
I was furiously shoving the few belongings I had into my suitcase.I needed to get out of here.Like, now.My mind was spinning, my chest was aching-everything just sucked.God, I am so sick and tired of this stupidly unfair and cruel world.A rapid knocking on the door made me freeze. I blinked.A whole minute later, the knocking didn't stop. I pulled my gun out from under the pillow before cautiously, walking over to the door. I looked through the peephole. It was Dean.Wait.Dean?What the hell is he doing here?How did he even find me?My mind swirled with thoughts and questions, half of which were probably insignificant. My heart was racing. I was frozen in spot, frantic and unsure. Do I open the door? Do I pretend I'm not here?"Elettra, I know you're in there!" Dean's loud voice was slightly muffled through the door.I gritted my teeth, fury taking over every other emotion I was feeling. I swung the door open while shoving the gun into the waistband of my jeans."What do you wa
Let Me Be Your Home 16
6 Years LaterI found my reason. I found that bizarre reason I was still breathing and alive on this terrible planet.That reason was Dean.Dean changed my mind.I do believe in love.Love is feeling that first pull towards someone you probably thought you wouldn't like.I raised an eyebrow, my face straight. "Would you be talking to me?"He glanced from side to side before his eyes settled on me once again. "Is there anyone else in the proximity?"I pulled my hood off my head. I couldn't help narrowing my eyes. "Then clearly I look more inviting than I thought because I didn't know I was talking to you."It's the choice of commitment-to continuously make it work. It's knowing almost everything about them without them having to show or tell. Love is remembering and noticing the tiniest details about them."The feeling of love is not having to act crazy over them to know you're indeed in love. It's risking your happiness for theirs. It's something that will save you from your depressio
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LAST CHAPTER It was a cool autumn night, the wind blowing on our faces as we walked down a vacant street. This late at night, it felt like we were the only people in town. I liked the peacefulness of it. Hot chocolate in our hands, our other hands intertwined and swinging with each step we took. I leaned into Dean's side, his body-heat radiating onto me. "I suggest a turtle or something." Dean cocked his head towards me, grinning. "A dog is so cliched. Although, maybe we could get both." "A turtle." I hummed. "That's not a bad idea-but can you buy sea horses here?" Dean let out a breathy chuckle. "Sea horses? You want sea horses as a pet?" I shrugged softly. I peered at him. His eyes held the same warmth I should have been used to my now. Still, looking at him made my heart swell. "What? Wouldn't that be cool though? How many houses can you walk into, to see an aquarium of sea horses?" Dean sipped his hot chocolate, licking his lips. "We may as well buy a couple jelly fish. No?"
Let Me Be Your Home 18
It was a cool autumn night, the wind blowing on our faces as we walked down a vacant street. This late at night, it felt like we were the only people in town. I liked the peacefulness of it. Hot chocolate in our hands, our other hands intertwined and swinging with each step we took.I leaned into Dean's side, his body-heat radiating onto me."I suggest a turtle or something." Dean cocked his head towards me, grinning. "A dog is so cliched. Although, maybe we could get both.""A turtle." I hummed. "That's not a bad idea-but can you buy sea horses here?"Dean let out a breathy chuckle. "Sea horses? You want sea horses as a pet?"I shrugged softly. I peered at him. His eyes held the same warmth I should have been used to my now. Still, looking at him made my heart swell. "What? Wouldn't that be cool though? How many houses can you walk into, to see an aquarium of sea horses?"Dean sipped his hot chocolate, licking his lips. "We may as well buy a couple jelly fish. No?"I quirked an eyebr
Let Me Be Your Home 1
I sat in a small, local diner. For a weekday, it was busier than I was used to seeing. It was a small town so I figured everyone here was familiar with one other. A tight knit community that reminded me of Stars Hollow.I glanced around, sipping on my chocolate milkshake. I looked at the people surrounding me.I found it interesting to take note of the people around me, to wonder who they were and make up stories about their lives. My life was one big and meaningless disappointment. It made it much more appealing to pay more attention to others, rather than focus on myself.A mother sat with her son, he looked to be around the age of nine or ten. She was smiling down at her son, pure adoration in her eyes. The boy was a mess, frankly. He had ketchup on the corners of his mouth. His burger fell apart in his hands, his chocolate shake dripping down onto his white t-shirt. Still, his mother smiled and helped him hold onto the burger. She hardly paid note to the mess the boy was making.A
Let Me Be Your Home 2
I sat in a local pub. I didn't know when I'd leave this quaint little town but it was nice to have the stability of being in one place, even just for a little while. I wrote in my notebook - it was a brown leather-cover journal that I had owned for as long as I could remember. It was the one item I've kept from the first "home" I could remember.I needed to get a handle on my finance-situation. I mainly lived off purloined credit cards or the scarce amount of cash I had saved up over the years doing minor jobs. I needed to be careful.When I could manage, I'd eat from soup kitchens. Theft was not beyond me. Nothing major; clothes, sometimes books.Conspicuously, my way of life was not entirely stable or safe- or noble, at all but sometimes, you do what you can to get by. Many would object to that statement but if it was what I needed to tell myself, so be it.I downed my cocktail, motioning for the bartender to mix me another.This was not a luxury I could afford.I clicked my tongue,
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