Serendipity

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Sitting on my office chair, I rolled up my sleeves. I wore my glasses and looked up at the screen. Everything is going on smoothly but I'm not able to give Feyre my attention because of work.

She left before me when I forced her to. It's 12 a.m. and I'm working on this project that's very important for our company. I'm just half an hour away from completing this project.

I heard a sound and looked up from the screen to see Luke entering in with Fey.
My lips curled up as Luke wiggled his tail running towards me and setting his paws on my lap.

Fey came towards me and pecked my lips.

"I bought food" Fey said smiling and I realised something is wrong.

"What? " I asked frowning.

"What? "

"You're sharing your food" I said doubting her as she scowled.

"I already ate mine by the way I cooked it"

I was going to touch the food but as soon as I heard the ' I Made It ' my eyes widened and the first thing my mind said was mission abort.

"Woah" I said " You look okay" I added slowly checking her.

"Is the kitchen okay? "

Her frown deepened and she shoved her middle finger up.

I looked at her in confusion but she just smiled and that was when I noticed a small Band Aid wrapped around her middle finger.

"Oh"

I ate the food chatting with Feyre and told her to wait 15 minutes. She took out her book and earphones while laying on the couch.

Soon I completed my work and looked back at Fey but she was asleep. Moving towards her I removed the strands in front of her face as I kissed her forehead before scooping her in my arms.

Luke followed me as I settled on the back seat of car. We soon reached our destination but by that time Luke fell asleep too.

I took them to our room and covered them with blankets. I took a quick shower and walked towards the bed to sleep.

Asher slept beside me hugging my waist as he dipped his head near my hairs. Our legs were tangled and as always he was the big spoon because I don't like being the big one.

Slowly I moved my hands towards the drawer beside our bed, too slowly to wake Asher up-

"Don't Fey" His stern voice boomed as he angrily gasped my hand and the bottle broke as the pills fell on the ground.

Pieces of glass shone brightly under the dim moonlight like some gemstone as I gaped at them.

"I knew it" He murmured slowly.

"What makes you think it's okay to have sleeping pills everyday ?"

"I- " I just felt speechless. How is he aware?

"Do you seriously think after staying with me for months I won't notice? " He said angrily.

"Explain " He said and I just sighed.

"I started taking them when my friends started bullying saying that's their friendship. Once a week, twice a week it slowly became a part of my life. I controlled it for sometime"

"You could've consulted a doctor " He said softly this time.

"My main focus was to pay my rent and when I don't have sleeping pills I can't sleep" I said and just shrugged.

I only had my friends who are now the reason I've stopped sharing my feelings with everyone. The reason why I stopped communicating.

I never had someone to share my feelings with but then when suddenly someone came in my life I felt happy and shared everything as if I'm an open book.

My first friend. It was like I was ready to give my life for her. When the first time I felt happy.

Trust issues was like a birth born gift to me but when you're falling from cliff you'll trust the weakest branch because at that time it's the reason you might survive.

That's exactly what I did. One fake friend two fake friends and in the end I had plenty of them but I was okay with it. Just one mistake of mine.

I took their bullying as friendship. You will say that I'm being over dramatic but I've suffered. The way they called me by names just to gain attention is not what you're real friend will do.

I remember the way I cried when a new member joined our group and bullied me but everyone said it's normal.

My first friend I still trusted her. Call me dumb or whatever you want but I needed her. I can't bottle up things inside me but I guess it's changed now.

I shared the fact how my ex used me and the next day I was the topic of our group.

I left them expecting maybe they'll realise they lost one friend but then I realised they lost a victim and they have plenty of them.

I became an introvert the talkative side of mine was long gone. Sleepless nights, suicidal thoughts were now common for me. Everyone was with me but I felt alone.

That was the time I never spoke about my feelings fearing I'll be again a victim or I may call myself a pawn.

I stopped expecting, sharing and trusting
Those memories are now a scars the only difference is that it still hurts, I swear it does.