ログインALEX I remember the look on her face when I told her I was leaving Paris, and.how it felt like the kind of wound that would leave the nastiest scar when it healed if it ever did. We sat on that living room floor for hours that night, too caught up in the silence to ever look each other in the eyes and make sense of the whole thing.I shouldn't have waited. I should've told her right away when I found out that I was getting let go. But she deserved a place here more than anyone, and I couldn't come clean about the very thing that would've torn her away from it all.The girlI met all those months ago isalso quite brash. She wouldn't haveallowed me to go through with mydecision if she knew I took the fall.She would've marched her ass to HR,and demanded they fire her instead. Itwould hrt her equally as much, but she isn't a mouse. She'd find a way to make sure the world fully collapsed on her before it did anyone else. The girl isnoble that way. Sometimes,
EVEI woke up naked, wrapped in silk sheets that finally smelt like Alex again. Pushing myself up against the headboard, a steady ache rushed through my body, the events of last night coming back to me. The exhibits. The secret rooms beyond The Valley. The sounds and the private show. Alex and Me.How my New Year's kiss was more than just a peck on the lips. How even after the night he gave me, we went home and killed the last few hours of the year underneath the sheets. I smiled thinking about it all.Looking over to his side of the bed, which laid empty, I reached for my phone on the nightstand, knocking down a folded piece of paper that had been set up beside a bottle of painkillers along with a glass of water. Picking up the note, I read.Stay in bed, I'm making breakfast.Here's something for the ache.Then, we'll talk. I promise.Beaming at the note as he was right, my body had been quite sore after last night's adventures and then some. I popped open
EVE“I'll be right behind you” he said, it's been twelve days already. repeating my words, and giving me back the hope I thought I had lost that night back in Avignon. We stood in that parking lot, and it only took noless than five minutes. Five minutes for the crushing weight that suffocated me every night for the past month to disappear. Five minutes for me to look at him and realize that I'd always find my way back to him. Five minutes to recognize that without him, I didn't make sense.These past twelve days, I contemplated.The Alex I had met months ago, His steps were always calculated. The man went through life with extreme caution, making sure that everything was planned out exactly how he wanted it to be. Required it to be. A man that exercises control to that extent, both in and out the bedroom, doesn't slip up. He's thorough, paying close attention to any technicalities. All of that seemed to cease to exist since I left him there.He hasn't called
ALEXIt was as detached as people say it is, People wearing all black, overcast weather, and the little cries here and there coming from people who only showed up to make themselves look good like they were important to the woman lying in the lavender grey casket. After throwing the last white rose into the six-foot deep hole,everyone disappeared to the receptionthat Nancy and Nicolas had taken care of. I stayed, leaning against an oak tree, watching as they filled my mother's new home up with dirt.Although the wind had doubled, the cold hitting my face now and then,I remained at mny post and waited until they filled the plot completely. It seemed silly, but I wanted to know that she was going to be okay. That no one could touch her as she rested. I wasn't even concerned entirely with the way the funeral went, as long as she was resting as she had wanted so badly for these past couple of years. My mother needed sleep.Sticking my hands into the pockets of m
ALEXI finally had her back, for whatever time we had, and I let it slip.The second my father walked through that door, my vision ran red and no matter how much I didn't want it to end, she ceased to exist right in my hands, and the warmth between us grew almost eerie. I looked between her and my father, trying to makesense of how the entire world had a way of crushing me once more. Taking in the fact that my lack of a father was standing only feet away, I had a hard time believing I'd recover from this kind of damage.As I saw him, I couldn't see her. Like I hadn't just planned on devouring her for the first time in over a month. God, fuck me. I groan at another inconvenience that keeps her and I miles apart yet again, despite my arms still wrapped around her body. All I could do was pull away, tell her she should get some rest, and obliteratethat feeling that drew us together the second I saw her on the front steps of this house. This is the kind of des
EVESleeping was never this difficult for me until I came to France. I'm not sure if I got used to the way the city looks at night, or if I grew into the habit because of him. I remember on some days, I'd fully forget to exist whenever the two of us were together. We'd let the sun and the moon communicate, while we got caught up. Like somehow, time begins and ends with him.I toss and turn, trying to force myself asleep, but slumber never comes. I lean over to check my phone on the nightstand and it's barely even ten, but after dinner, the four of us decided it'd be best if we got some sleep before Amelia's funeral tomorrow. I spent the last few hours trying to read Alex.As he sat across from me, I just lookedat him like the vault he is, unable to make out anything. What's he thinking about? What has he been doing all this time? When is he leaving for Italy? What's his new tattoo? Did he miss me? Is he even grieving?Pushing the covers from my body, I pull







