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Chapter Thirty-One - I'd Love To See Me From Your Point Of View

You love my lips cause they say the things we've always been afraid of,

I can feel it starting to subside learning to believe in what is mine,

I wanna love me, the way that you love me,

For all of my pretty and all of my ugly too, 

I'd love to see me from your point of view,

I wanna trust me, the way that you trust me,

Cause nobody ever loved me like you do,

-Ariana Grande, "POV,"

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Archie

I set the tray of food on the bedside table slowly trying my best to not make any noise, my eyes are fixated on the small nude figure who remains entangled in my sheets, sneaking my way back into the covers I bring the incapacitated frame into my arms once again, I place my lips on the nape of her neck peppering the curve of her shoulder with delicate kisses until I hear her mumble my name indicating she's awoken from her slumber, 

"Happy six years, baby," I whisper planting another kiss on her shoulder, she slowly turns around so she's facing me, leaning up the slightest bit she presses a kiss onto my lips before her head falls back onto the pillow,

"Happy six years," she smiles, her eyes remain shut, "It's really been that long, huh?" she whispers after a while of silence, 

"It has," I reply tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear as I lean in to rest my forehead on hers, 

"Where's my trophy?" she asks groggily, I open my eyes momentarily gazing at her face I'm met with a neutral expression, my eyebrows lace together in confusion,

"What do you mean?" I ask,

"My trophy, for dealing with your shit for six years," she elaborates, I roll my eyes as she emits a soft laugh,

"You're hilarious," I say, 

"I know," she replies, I shake my head slightly before planting a kiss on her nose,

"I got you breakfast," I say 

"Thanks, babe, but I'm not hungry," she replies running one of her hands through my hair, I pull away, making her eyes open slowly, I guess my concern is evident in my expression because she rolls her eyes as a small sigh escapes her,

"I smoked with Mike last night and I ate a whole pizza, I don't want to look like a beached whale," she says,

"I did---"

"Just because I'm not hungry for a meal doesn't mean I'm starving myself or that I'm going to force myself to vomit as soon as I see a glass of water, Archie," she says,

"I didn't say anything," I say,

"You were thinking it, I'm not stupid," she says, attempting to get up from the bed, I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her to me once again,