devotion
/d??v???n/
noun
love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person or activity
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To her, he was a protector. A lover, someone who was there when the people who were meant to be weren't.
To her, he was broken, someone only she had the power to fix.
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Grace
Why do I always overreact?
Sunday was torturous, the same five words rolling through my mind over and over again. Why do I always overreact?
I hated it, I hated me, I hated my life. The misery was like a black hole, pulling me in, in, in until I was holding on to sanity by the tips of my fingers.
If Paul never talked to me again, I understood. I deserved it for the way I snapped at him, directing all of my anger on the one person who has never judged me, who has never taken his emotions out on me. The one good relationship I had going, and I ruined it in the span of moments.
Why do I always overreact?
'You look terrible,' Natasha exclaimed the Monday morning, parking her bike next to mine and studying my face with dark eyes. 'What the hell happened? I thought you'd be jumping off the walls in happiness.'
'And why would I do that?' I asked, pulling the hood of my sweatshirt over my face so she couldn't see the dark circles under my eyes.
'Because you went on a date with Mr. Eye-candy?' said Nat like it was obvious. She slung her bag over her shoulder, keeping pace with me easily because of her long legs.
I shook my head, 'It wasn't a date, Nat. Kim, Jared, Sam and Emily were there too.'
'Then it was a triple date,' my friend was undeterred. 'Because I hate to break it to you, Gi, but Jared and Kim, and Sam and Emily are couples. So, what does that make you and Lahote? Oh— a couple!'
'I do not appreciate the sarcasm.' Never mind the fact that my face was burning as it remembered Paul's breath on my face, his lips hovering over mine, his hands bracketing my waist...
'Just because you're the only one who's too blind to see it, Gigi, does not mean I have to lie to myself too,' sniped Natasha snottily. Then she said quietly, 'But really, are you okay?'
She doesn't really care about you.
I was getting really tired of people asking me that lately. 'I'm fine. Just stayed up late doing homework.'
'You're a terrible liar, you know that, right, Gigi?' Lilly jumped in on the conversation. She looked just as frazzled as I did, her curly hair tossed into a quick ponytail and her brown and green eyes tired. She must be at her dad's this week, because she only ever looked like that when she needed to corral the littles into getting ready for school.
My nose wrinkled, 'You don't even know what we're talking about.'
'Sure, I do,' she countered. 'If you're arguing, it's about Paul. And if it's about Paul, then Nat is claiming he likes you, which you don't believe. Something must have happened this weekend— you're in a bad mood and so now we're back at full circle with you guys arguing. Did I miss anything?'
