Once upon a time,
a writer easily wove stories of love, passion, and heartache. But then, she faced writer's block, unable to write anymore.
He came into her life like a storm. With his strong presence, her emptiness lessened. Yet, like storms, thin...
Beauty and the Beast - Ariana Grande x John Legend
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"𝔹𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖."
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As I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, squinting against the sunlight peeking through the curtains, I saw it was nine-thirty in the morning. My stomach grumbled, threatening to rebel as I slowly got out of bed, feeling the lingering effects of last night's indulgence. I managed to keep the queasiness under control as I stumbled towards the bathroom.
The hangover felt like a balloon expanding inside my head, slowly inflating. I splashed cold water on my face, hoping for some relief from the lingering toxins. When I looked up at the mirror, I saw puffy eyes staring back at me, a far cry from the beautiful girl I was the night before. Last night was a blur, my foggy brain struggling to piece together the details. It was Axel's ex-girlfriend who had slapped him. Her name was Lilah.
Lilah had a slender and tall figure. She had long, flowing dark hair that cascaded down her back, framing her sharp, angular features. Her piercing eyes were a deep shade of green with high cheekbones and a perfectly sculpted nose. I couldn't help but notice her icy glare and the air of arrogance that surrounded her. She had this way of looking at people as if they were beneath her, and it was evident that she didn't care much about other people's feelings.
Apparently, she was unaware of their supposed breakup. Despite the breakup being news to Lilah, her obliviousness seemed hard to believe. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism, a way for her to shield herself from the painful reality of their relationship ending. Or maybe she was simply in denial, unwilling to accept that Axel had moved on.
I had witnessed the drama unfold while standing next to Caden. I couldn't hear what he said to her, but she kept insisting that she still loved him, that she cared about him, and regretted betraying his trust.
In response, he pushed her away and walked toward me, confessing his feelings. There I stood, with fries in my mouth, trying to make sense of the situation.
Lilah was yelling. Axel was yelling. And Quinton was playing referee. It was chaotic.
Quinton then took Lilah home, as she sobbed uncontrollably. Axel and I continued to drink, attempting to forget the recent events. I didn't question him, waiting for him to explain himself. But he never did. He only apologized for the kiss. Perhaps he realized he still had lingering feelings for his ex. I assured him it was fine. It wasn't, of course, but what we did was merely a result of drunken impulses—a fleeting hookup. Nothing more, nothing less.
