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chapter 31

EVEThe act of begging shows little to no mercy.It is based on everything fear, agony,and hopelessness as those who findthemselves in such a desperate positionare hanging onto a complacent feeling for dear life. In some cases, it works. Whether you're figuratively or physically on your knees, asking another person to complete your partially selfish favors might just workout the way you need it to. The personyou're asking might play along becausethey enjoy being begged. It makes themfeel important; needed.In other cases, in love, there is no sweetresponse. There is no perfect momentor grand declaration, instead, it's a kind of rude awakening. Sometimes, you take the chance of begging and the response you get leaves you on the floor with bruises on your knees and your heart somewhere on the other side of the room.I've had four days to process how one-hundred and sixteen days withsomeone, someone who has madeyou feel like you've known them fora li

chapter 31

EVEThe act of begging shows little to no mercy.It is based on everything fear, agony,and hopelessness as those who findthemselves in such a desperate positionare hanging onto a complacent feeling for dear life. In some cases, it works. Whether you're figuratively or physically on your knees, asking another person to complete your partially selfish favors might just workout the way you need it to. The personyou're asking might play along becausethey enjoy being begged. It makes themfeel important; needed.In other cases, in love, there is no sweetresponse. There is no perfect momentor grand declaration, instead, it's a kind of rude awakening. Sometimes, you take the chance of begging and the response you get leaves you on the floor with bruises on your knees and your heart somewhere on the other side of the room.I've had four days to process how one-hundred and sixteen days withsomeone, someone who has madeyou feel like you've known them fora li

Chapter 32

EVE WinterThe coldest months are interchangeable. For some, paradoxically, the chill brings you warmth as you seek out comfort fromloved ones. There's a tenderness in the air that blankets you despite the trees being made up of naked branches. For others, the winter is a dull season where the gloominess of the sky matches the faces of those who desperately wait for spring.I, however, am stuck in the in-between.I am neither too warm nor toodejected, rather I am partly inspired and currently facing an internal quarrel. I am unable to experience the world around me as I could only weeks ago, in saturation. The consequences of separation from someone you love enters you into a realm of liminality. I am experiencing everything through a grayscale lens.Making up for weeks of restless sleep, I wanted nothing more than to continue hiding out in my newly-owned bedroom, post-Damien.The first seven days, I was going through such emotional

Chapter 33

EVEI'm awoken by the noise of someone trying to buzz into the front gate. To my surprise, it's Alex's driver, Julien. I haven't seen or spoken to him since he came to pick Alex up the morning he left for Avignon. We areonly acquaintances but it is nice to seeanother familiar face. I speak to himbriefly over the intercom and allowhim to drive up to the house.Making my way down the stairs, I pulla sweater fromn the couch and wrapmyself up in the knitted material before walking over to the front door, where I spot Julien walking up the concrete steps with a seemingly large white box. I help by pulling open the door and letting him into the house, where he sets the mysterious package onto the round table placed in themiddle of the foyer."What's this? I didn't order anything," Iask with raised eyebrows, meeting his side and running my hand over the textured cardboard of the box."Mr. Thompson sent me, ma'am." 0f course, he did.I give Julien a weakened s

Chapter 34

EVEBy the end of the night, the man I had hoped to catch a glimpse of didn't cross my path.As I say my goodbyes to guests, collectors, and world-renowned artists, an odd feeling settles in my stomach. Weirdly enough, although the thought that he never showed picks away at me, I don't spiral. Taking in my final gazes of Titled Muse before the museum closes, I notice the harsh pressure that riddled my chest is no longer there and the anxiety that sat has followed suit. It was as if the last few hours have anchored me again, reminding me that I was never here for love. As if the city of love rightfully returned to the city of light, speaking in morse code that even after all of this, I would be just fine.Then suddenly, I am distracted againby the many romnantic pieces coveringthe walls, and the message is quicklylost in translation. This is because thereis never logic in love and morse codedoes not account for technicalities.Love only stands in front of

Chapter 35

EVE“Maybe I should just give him a call instead," I frantically chimed as my hands moved quicker than my brain could comprehend, packing a suitcase I had no intention of going anywhere with.Trying to blow out steady breaths, theanxiety only heightened and had mepacing around Nancy as I tried to busy myself with nonsense chores. The last couple of days had been nothing but a cloudy mess as I tried to navigate how to reach out to Alex and the funniest thing was that this had been the first time I ever had an issue with being the shoulder to cry on. It wasn't that I wouldn't be able to handle tears from the man that I love but more so, having to see him break for another time and knowing I wouldn't be able to reciprocate in a way that was anything more than a friend would be the very thing that sends me down a dark rabbit hole.Then I thought, we could be friends, right? The both of us were adults. If we couldn't maintain civility with each other, then what

Chapter 36

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

Chapter 37

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

Chapter 39

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

Chapter 39

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

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