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His slow and calm heartbeat and the comfortable atmosphere makes me want to sleep.

You can't. Tell him about father and the food. The voice inside my head said. In one minute I was sleepy and in the other I was all awake.

I raised my head and trace my fingers on his jaw. No stubbles. Just white soft skin. I keep tracing, loving the feeling.

"Fabian, father wanted to talk with you about the wedding." I told him and looked at his eyes.

"Is it so..?" He asked, playing with my hair. He grabbed a piece of my hair and twirled it around.

"Yes" My voice coming out as a whisper.

After some moments I asked him. "I made pasta al pomodoro e basilico. Do you want some..?"

Just then the door opened. I turned my head and saw Samuel. He walked to us and said. "I want some." and with that he took the food I came to bring it to Fabian.

"Hey." I yelled at him but he was already out of the room.

Stupid, jerk. I cursed at him. Why won't he just go and find himself a girlfriend.

"Fabian, sorry. Seems like we need to eat outside." I said and placed my head on his shoulder.

I feel him tense, and his breathing his not normal. Something is wrong.

I leaned back in the table and looked at him. I raise my hand to touch his cheek but he moved his face away.

My heart sank a bit. "Fabian, what's wrong..?" I asked and tried to reach his face but he turned it away.

What was wrong. He won't even say something.

"Fa━" I didn't got to finish my words when he gritted his teeth and hissed. "Get. out."

I was taken aback by his sudden reaction. I don't know what I did to make him pissed.

"But━" I didn't say more because when he raised he faced me I got scared. He looked like a different person. Like someone I didn't knew. His eyes in fury and his jaw clenched hardly.

I feel bad. I didn't stay anymore. I got up and went out of the meeting room. I saw Samuel standing outside and having an apologizing look.

I didn't say anything and just went inside the lift. I can't believe it. One second he is kind and in the other he is in the pissed mood.

The elevator ding and I went out and drove myself home.

Making my way home I went to my room. I was beyond sad and mad.

If he is going to treat me this way I will ignore him. Suddenly my phone started ringing but I was not in the mood to talk with someone.

But the damn phone keep ringing and I just wanted to kill the person who is calling me.

"Whoever is calling me is dead." I muttered under my breath.

I slide open my phone and saw a familiar name. Violette.

I've heard this name somewhere, but I don't think I know her.

"Hello." I said but the other line was silence. "Hello..?" I exclaimed again.

"Hey..." The voice of the familiar person said trailing off.

Now I remember her. She was my other best friend before Katherine. But who would have thought the bitch would have brainwashed me.

"Vio." I whispered softly. That was the nickname I gave her.

There was a whole silence between us. None of us knew what to say. Old memories came back rushing to me.

The horrible memories. The time when I accused of her without evidence. The words I believed from the bitch.

I whimpered softly. Vio was my best friend but I wasn't a good friend.

"Hey, Bel. Let's meet." She said in a whisper. Her tone was dull. She was sad.

"Where..?" I ask holding back my tears.

"The same old place." She said. We said our goodbye and my eyes were all the time looking at the ceiling lost in my thoughts.

I adverted my eyes outside the window looking at the rainy sky. Today is not my day. First the coffee stain, then Fabian, then remembering old horrible actions I did.

Even the sky is agreeing with me. I let out a sigh and glanced at the clock. It was already three in the afternoon.

No more wasting time sitting here with sadness. It's time to meet my friend.

I got up from the bed, nearing the closet I grabbed a v-neck beige bodycon dress. I went to the bathroom, putting my things in the sink and going inside the shower.

The warm water in skin made me relax. Today I'm going to the nightclub, either alone or with someone I was going to have fun.

I bend down and taking the body wash and pouring it in my hand. I threw the container in the trash bin since there was none left.

I washed myself clean. The scent of almonds filling my nose. I turn off the bathtub and got out of it.

I stand naked in front of the long mirror in front of me and looked at my body. In my past life I would be feeling disgusted with my body. The scars of every operation I had.

I traced my fingers at the same place where my scar was. Now there is no scar. Soon she will be here, living inside me, in my stomach.

I put on the dress I choose. I applied eyeliner, eyelashes and some lipsticks. Simple and elegant. No need to put so much makeup.

I stared one more time at myself in the mirror and come out of the bathroom feeling all refreshed.

.....

Standing outside of the coffee store I would always go since child made me feel nostalgia. I took a deep breath and make my way inside.

The coffee store was crowded with lots of teenagers girls, buying a drink or taking pictures with some young boys.

I'm still a teenager but I feel like I'm a mature woman. What can I say. I'm twenty six years old woman from inside but outside, I'm just only an eighteen years old girl.

A waiter came to me and asked. "Excuse me, miss. Are you Miss Rosabel..?"

"Yes, I am." I replied curtly. "Please follow me. Miss Violette is waiting for you." he said motioning me to follow him.

He brought me to table in the end of the coffee store and went away. There was a girl dressed in a brown coat and lace material dress. She was lost in her thoughts looking outside the window.

I sat in the seat in front of her and still she didn't noticed me. I slowly got my time and looked at her carefully and thoroughly.

She looked thinner, her bones were showing. I looked at her face and saw the bags under eyes and the red puffy eyes she had.

She looked like she didn't slept for days and cried all day.

"Vio." I called her softly bringing her out of her trance.

She flinched and turned her head facing me. Her eyes showed me that she was hurting. When she saw me she cried out. Tears pouring out of her eyes.

I got up immediately and sat in the seat beside her and embraced her. I caressed her back with my palm, comforting her and saying sweet words to stop her tears from falling.

She keep sniffing but her tears that poured down like a river stopped.

When she calmed down I gave her the glass of water that was in the table. She slowly drank it and looked at the floor.

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Hi, my dear readers.

What I'm going to say is sad but yeah.

At first I started writing story for fun and because of money and also because I didn't have nothing to do all because of COVID-19.

When I started writing this story and the other two it was because I also wanted to write stories like others. When I say like others, I mean to write like the same genre of my favorites stories I've read. I never thought of a story I would really like to write.

Most of my stories I wrote were inspiration of stories that I loved and still love. But recently I lost that inspiration because I felt like the story I wrote didn't belong to me. I felt like I was taking other's peoples ideas.

I love stories of reincarnation, werewolves, obsession and a lot of other genres. But I feel like that's not my type of genre I would want to write.

Few days ago I talked with my friend and she said that I was writing a story because that was one of my passion and I started thinking about it. She was right, I love to write. Sometimes it express emotions you don't want to say.

I feel like I should write a story where I get my own inspiration so my stories can be more vivid and I would feel like I can keep writing more.

I've been reading a lot more because I feel like my stories are not what I want. I've been reading and improved the way of my writing. (Don't know if you guys noticed. maybe not.)

But yeah after reading a lot I've noticed a specific genre I love and would like to try in writing a story. Not now, maybe in January or mostly at the end of December.

I'm pretty sure [Amelia━His Obsession] and[My Love━My Pain], I won't even finish those stories.

I don't know. I just want to finish this story faster, or maybe I shouldn't continue..?

I want to laugh at myself, when I started writing this story I had in mind that I would write eighty chapters. Lmao.

I feel lost. Should I continue writing this story..?

I'm not sure if you guys love reading my story. Don't you feel it's boring..?

I don't want to make you guys sad by stopping this story. I've thought maybe I should write a few more chapters...?

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