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i groaned, tossing around on my couch, tears running down my face, my legs tucked into my as fetal position. but it still didn't help. chocolate surrounded me, all untouched.
my shaky hand grabbed my phone and i dialled grayson's number, i had never been in more severe pain, ever.
this month, satan had seriously come back to life.
"hello, babygirl." he said cheerfully into the phone.
"g-grayson?" i stutter in between sobs.
"(y/n)? are you okay?" he asked, worry coating his deep but loving voice.
"ye-yeah, just come over, please,"
"okay, baby."
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i was sweating, my hair tied up in a messy ponytail glob and my heart beating so quickly, my chest sucking in then dropping. it was like my period mixed in with a fever, not the best combination.
then, the door creaked open, i sat up, tearing running down my face with pounding in my stomach. grayson walked in, the floor creaking with every step.
he rushed over to me, plopping down on the couch. his hands run through my hair, pulling me against his chest. he then lifted my onto his lap, pushing my hairs out of my face.
i know i sound like an idiot with no pain tolerance, but this month, hurt terribly.
"shhh, baby, it's okay." he cooed, almost as if i was a literal baby, his finger brushing against my stomach softly.
my breaths slowed down a he whispered soft mellows into my ear, helping my breathing pattern.
once i had fully calmed down, i wiped the sweat from my forehead, facing him. his hand cupped my jaw as he pressed his lips against mine.
"i love you," he whispered, pulling apart. the noise of disconnecting lips following.
"thank you, baby," i say, looping my arms around his neck, "i love you more."
he fell back onto the couch, me laying on top of him.
"impossible,"
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this is okay i guess
