"Well...Well...If it isn't the wh*re of Western Village" I'm greeted by Roy who's enters the elevator with a girl.
"I think you mean 'Harlot of Revelation" I correct him.
The girl snakes his arm around Roy possessively "What's that?" She asks me.
"B...
All I need to remember is that I'm supposed to look alive. I know I can get away with it; I just need to be patient. I think I learned how to deceive people emotionally when my grandmother died. It was expected of me to be emotionally vulnerable and so I mimicked my mother. I cried and acted like I was sad. And I was truly sad, I had lost more than that. I lost my teacher, my dream.
It was the first time someone told me its okay to feel sad in a different way. It's okay to not cry or talk about it if I don't want to. I close my eyes and try to remember the last time I truly felt something that wasn't a counter-reaction to anything related to Jasper. And I came to the conclusion that there wasn't any. Jasper is my conditioned emotional response. Every feeling, passion and excitement that I have lived through since I've known him is what I'm accustomed to.
Was it unhealthy that I loved him that much? Of course it was, but so was breathing too much, drinking too much and everything little thing that frail humans just because they couldn't stop.
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"You didn't have to summon me like one of your demons." A cold voice fills the room. I open my eyes and see his ever handsome face staring back at me. He doesn't know it but I can read him like a witch can read an invisible spell. He's conflicted about the choice he's making, he's haunted by the feelings he knows he shouldn't have but doesn't have the power to overcome his need to mend a broken toy.
He waits for my answer, so instead of saying words I show him. I stand tall as his eyes roam around all over my soapy skin.
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He's growing hungry by the minute but he doesn't want to give into it yet. Giving me a once over one last time he hands me a towel that I gladly wrap around my body giving him a small smile. "They're treating me like a teenage girl who's caught going down on her first boyfriend on school night." I say not taking my eyes off of him.
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