"I always thought that the first time I'd be on my knees I'd be praying..." I held my breath lowering myself to my knees in front of him,
"Then worship," he smirked, "what do you desire?"
Being loved by the king of Socrates Academy is haunting, espe...
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Play All too well 10min version and heartbeats by Jose Gonzalez for this chapter for a better experience ❦__________________________________❦
MY throat feels dry and I shakily reach for the bottle of water in the glove compartment before taking slow sips. I wonder how I hadn't noticed this before, I should have known that the bond they had could've only been one exchanged by lovers. Blythe had lied to me, she told me that she and Niklaus were never together, she said he never loved her.
It's hard to get upset at people who I'm so adamantly being dishonest with for lying to me, it still pains me nonetheless.
I recalled the words in his own writing, skimming my eyes over the page;
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I would never be his first because Blythe already was. I had been foolish to believe a man like Niklaus had never taken a lover, I was blind and chose to see only what was ideal for me. I walked into this house with rose-coloured glasses on, and it was then that Elvis's words echoed in my mind nothing at Marx House is as it seems. He was far more right than I could ever imagine.
And yet I still felt like I was missing something, there was something hidden in his writing that a stranger like myself couldn't decipher, there was a certain intimacy in his words that made my chest ache with sorrow. It was at a moment like this that I wished I could cry, shed even a single tear to express my emotion. I hadn't cried since I was seven years old in the store with my mother, when she told me strong women don't cry and now I'm completely unable to do so.
