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MONIQUE I was completely out of my element. Right there and then, I'd lost my shit. I was guessing it was official that I couldn't go a day without being affected by him whether he was there or vice versa. I'd endeavored and at this point, it was safe to say that I was sapped--not like I'd done anything thing involving physical strength, but it was obvious, what I meant. If I do say so myself. Marcus Blacksmith skulked no farther than the withins of the exoteric part of the restaurant. My legs hitched for a nano second and my breath seized within my chest. Desperation hit me. I was desperate to know if he would walk. Desperate to know if he'd even bother to spare me a glance. Desperate to know if I mattered to him. Why did I care about all of this so much? So much that it was reaching the level where I'd call it detrimental. Detrimental to my physical well-being, emotional well-being, mental well-being and spiritual well-being being. Such unhealthy things shouldn't be so attract
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Gina"Lady Monique,"Shit."Monique," I tapped her left arm continuously, but all she did was lay there like a lifeless piece of wood.It was patent, what she'd done, but it wasn't time to start blaming. That would be medicine after death. All that was left to do was pray she was still alive. The concept of her actually dying made me shiver and feel like my life was ruined. Please, don't die. I prayed silently and fuck if God heard. I'd been very rebellious all my life and it was insane to think that I'd just beg for something from him and he'd do it in a heartbeat. Shit didn't work like that. We followed rules. God, if you she doesn't die, I promise to try and be so much better. Those were the words I mumbled in the dimly lit room as lady Monique's head lay on my laps. Trust me, it did take a lot for me to get the top part of her body on mine since she weighed more than me. I wanted to add if I don't, strike me dead, but it was patent I was wack at fulfilling commitments. I'
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Monique Quick Note : It was like a dream when she was unconscious. None of it is real. "I'm mad at you, you know. I'm ever madder about you not pointing it out." I pouted like a crybaby seeking comfort. He was the comfort I needed. "Shit," he muttered underneath his breath as if I couldn't hear him. It felt exactly like the day we were at the garden, the only thing different was us being under the tree today. I didn't know what the tree was called and Jesus, I wanted to ask so damn badly but I shoved the thought aside and focused on what was on ground--me being mad at him. "I'm know. I have no excuses 'cause I fucked it. You shouldn't have seen any of that. It's crazy, lady Monique." He told me, running his hands through that blonde hair I so wanted to feel on my fingertips. I'd been dying to do that in forever. It was really crazy. "So, what now?" It was as though the breeze knew we were having a conversation, it decided to gush through the branches of the tree we sat under as
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MONIQUE I'd been gone for how long? Two, three, four days? Quite frankly, I had not the slightest idea, but all I knew was that I found peace in those few days I'd been gone. The main reason unknown to me. Gina informed me that a lot had happened within that period. Things that had slipped off my memory once she announced it. I honestly had been going through a lot of phases these last couple of days, but all that mattered was that I found peace. Today was the day everything would be over. I was returning to the castle. The fucking castle. Trust me, anywhere would be perfectly fine other than that fucked up place called the royal castle. I'd left for a lot of reasons, the main one being to avoid further conversations about my supposed coronation. The whole thing was like shit that had been talked about for too long, but didn't happened. I prayed this one wouldn't happen, though. It was like overhyped shit to me. Shit that would happen to me. If I had to use a finger to count ho
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