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43 || Brother Knows Best

Lana Del Rey - happiness is a butterfly (slowed + reverb)

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Nico

I felt off.

I couldn't explain it.

I didn't feel good, nor could I describe this feeling as bad.

I knew bad, I'd spent the majority of my life feeling this bad.

But this, this was worse than my usual bad.

For starters, I fell asleep to darkness. There was no light because there was no Bambi.

And I meant that literally.

She had that stupid fucking nightlight with her.

I wish I had it.

No- fuck that cheap piece of plastic.

And fuck her.

Fuck her for leaving me.

Fuck her for showing me the closest thing I had to happiness because it made the misery without it that much worse.

And fuck her for not letting me go a day without thinking of her.

It was all so fucking irritating.

I thought about her when I woke up, as I packed my shit into two duffle bags, storing the few valuable things of hers in it just to have with me.

I thought about her as I drove to the airport, as I sat in the jet and got so desperate, I found myself going through the few photos she'd taken of herself on her phone.

But it didn't stop there.

It was as though her face followed me the entire journey from the jet to The Compound.

I saw her everywhere.

I saw her big brown eyes in the man who'd driven me into town.

I saw her big lips and slender nose in the woman who'd led me into the factory where my supplier had his employees working.

It was all getting too out of hand.

"H-here you are, Sir." The woman squeaks, like a fucking mouse as her otherwise tan face turns a beet red. She doesn't let her gaze lift up past my chin, but I don't miss the way her eyes trail down my figure, lingering on my tattoos like the sight of them not only terrifies her, but is new to her,"I -I hope you have a pleasant stay."

And then she does some weird ass curtesy before spinning on her heel and hurrying off.

What a fucking nut case.

I turn away from her and bring my attention to the glass wall looking over the main floor of the factory below.

People seemed to be working away, which could mean one of two things, my supplier finally pulled his head out of his ass and got shit moving, or he's been outsourcing.