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"I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn't something about you at all. It was just you."
–Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire.
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The next morning I was woken suddenly by a searing pain coming from my wrist. I sat up and rolled my messy hair into a bun before assessing the damage.
Everything from yesterday came flooding back to me. Shit. Yesterday was terrible.
I looked down at my hand with a grimace, being met with deep purple bruising and numbness. I could barely move my fingers and my wrist gave me hell when I tried to move it. I used my good hand to haul myself up into a sitting position.
It was then that I also realised that I had forgotten to change into any pyjamas last night, and I was still in yesterday's clothes. I opened my curtains and flung the window open, instantly welcoming the fresh air.
My room was as messy as my mind felt. At least I had a couple of hours before I had to go to the office.
Dust was collecting on the bookshelf and the mirror at the end of my bed was all foggy. I opened my bedroom door and padded into the hallway, turning the lights on as I went. I found my pink fuzzy slippers disregarded under the couch, so I slipped them on and started clearing away any mess that had gathered in the house.
On the counter in the kitchen, I found my bag from the day before, containing my phone and purse. I started brewing some coffee for myself, craving the caffeine and perched myself on a stool to see if I had received any messages.
It was a shock to say the least, when I discovered twenty missed calls from Ada, as I had expected, and one from Tyler.
"God k-knows how he even got my n-n-number," I muttered to myself, pushing my bangs out of my face. I texted Ada to let her know I was okay, and then I left my phone on the counter next to my coffee and decided to go for a shower to wake myself up more. "This is gonna h-h-hurt" I let the water beat against my sore hand. I let out a small whine of pain in protest when said hand bumped into anything, but didn't put up much of a fight. It was a struggle to wash my hair but I managed, wrapping a towel around myself once I was done and going back into my room.
Ten minutes later and I was back in my kitchen again, scrolling through my Twitter feed. I had changed into a Rolling Stones hoodie and a pair of my dad's old sweats.
I was disturbed by the obnoxious ringing of my phone. I went to press the decline button to whoever was calling me, but with my luck, I ended up pressing the accept. "Oh, d-d-dam it dam it d-dam it!" I angrily complained to my phone trying to end the call and tapping furiously, but for some reason my phone was not allowing it. I heard a dry chuckle come from the other line.
"H-hello?" I asked, hitting the speaker and trying to sound like I hadn't just tried to decline the call.
"Fawn is that you?" Came a voice. Who was calling me?
"Y-yes, it is. May I a-ask who this is?" I stuttered nervously, not entirely recognising the voice in my sleepy state.
"Sunshine!" He yelled down the phone, alerting me it was Dean. "Rise and shine!"
I groaned, looking at my phone and wondering why Dean's name was not connected to the number. "Did you change y-your phone or s-s-something?"
"Yup!" I could practially feel his grin through the screen. "A few of us came into the office early, I brought donuts! I thought you want to know."
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Romance"It's too dangerous." He placed his calloused hand on my hip and pulled me so our faces were mere inches apart. "I would ruin you, and you wouldn't even notice." I met his glare head on. "I'm not m-m-made of glass. You don't need to p-protect me." "...
