☁︎︎• 𝐿𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑥 𝑜𝑐 • ☁︎︎

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O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all men's: no,
How can it? O! how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

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next day (thursday, january 16th 2021)

i awoke to the sound of light singing in the distance. rubbing my eyes, i had forgotten where i was for a moment. the room was unfamiliar to any room i've been in before. it was neatly organized with a couple of guitars in the corner. wil. sitting up, i was met with a sharp pain in my temple. my head was pounding, i looked over to the clock. 7:00. 45 minutes until work

stumbling out of the room, still rubbing my head, the singing grew louder until i emerged into the kitchen, where wil was flipping pancakes humming the same song from the night before. 

"sit down at the island, i've made some herbal tea. helps with headaches." he winks at me, his face beaming. could he smell the whiskey on my breath last night? how did he just know that i'd be hung over. 

grinning, i sat, sipping the tea. it tasted like lemon, cinnamon, rose hip, and angelica, all sweetened with honey. it tasted perfect. seeing my reaction, will smirked and smiled to himself. he sure did like to smile. then again, he had a very bubbly personality 

"oh, you're phone is on the coffee table, its charged" he pointed past me

"it was in your pocket when you went to bed last night and it kept vibrating this morning. i assume you know why." he said again pulling the corner of his mouth to a grimace. 

i nodded and went to go look at it

6 missed calls from: jack. 

43 new messages from: jack

fuck. i groaned. scrolling through them was a nightmare 

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jack: you didn't come home last night   // 5:10 am
jack: why is your location off     // 5:15 am
jack: you're cheating on me. i know it lavender    // 5:25 am
jack: see, i knew it. i knew you'd cheat.    // 5:40 am
jack: i waited for you ya know. I waited for you to come home   // 6:02 am 
jack: you know, fuck you    // 6:19 am
jack: you're such a slut. i knew you'd cheat. you skank.   // 6:32 am
jack: i'm sorry you're not a slut.   // 6:40 am
jack: lavender?   // 6:42 am
jack: i'm sorry  // 6:45 am
jack: please come home. // 6:48 am

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the messages went on and on. what infuriated me the most was that HE played the victim. i open the chat box, think, and then type out

"surprisingly, i did come home last night at 8. not surprisingly, i immediately left. have fun with Kaitlyn. you have a week to get your shit out of my house. i'll be checking. don't make me get legal authority involved." 

i hit send, blocked him, then fell back onto the couch sighing.

"i'm sorry he called you that." wil spoke up. 

" i wasn't snooping, but when he called you the screen lit up and when he hung up that was the last message on the s-" 

"wil. its okay, i trust you." i say interrupting him as i walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist from behind. i have to stand on my very tiptoes to be able to place my head on his shoulder as i watch him skillfully flip more pancakes. 

"you know, i wish i had this done before you woke up. i figured i'd surprise you and maybe impress you, but looks like you've caught me red handed" he giggles 

"wil just you taking care of me so properly impresses me. i've never been taken care of this much before. it warms my heart" i say as i pat his back, kiss him on his jaw, and bounce down to my toes, snatching a pancake in my mouth and going back to the island. 

i can see him smiling from his side profile. his little right dimple is accentuated and his cheek is red. its cute how easily he blushes. 

laughing to myself, i finish off my tea slowly, only to be presented moments later, a beautiful plate of 3 pancakes with a dollop of butter, scrambled eggs, 4 pieces of bacon, and some what looks to be, homemade jam 

my jaw drops as i look up at him. he's blushing again and rubs the back of his neck chewing his lip before sitting down next to me. gazing at him, i take a bite of pancake, still looking at him not breaking eye contact even though my head is down so i can put the bite into my mouth. he crosses his legs and chews his lip again. i giggle.