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Mia:*laughing out loud emoji* x3 You’re effortlessly funny sometimes. And what do you mean that naming the flowers is crazy? Of course they need names now that they’re blooming. I’ll name the others when they grow as well.
Landon:You do realize they’re not pets, right?
Mia:Of course they aren’t. They’re my friends.
She’s so insane, I love it.
My smile turns to a grin as I type.
Landon:You better be done with all that voodoo by the time I get to the house. There’ll be nothing friendly about what I’ll do to you.
Mia:Promises. Promises.
My dick jumps in my trousers and I have to readjust so I don’t sport a major hard-on for the world to see.
Fuck me.
I’m definitely going to break a few road rules on my way there.
The new flirtatious version of Mia is completely doing my head in. In a good way.
I love that she’s more upfront about what she likes and doesn’t shy away from dropping to her knees when I’m trying to work. It’s a major distraction, but I prefer coming down her pretty throat to touching cold statues for sure.
Movement sounds behind me and I start to turn, but someone wraps an arm around my neck, catching me in a chokehold.
I lift my hands to push it away, but someone else yanks them behind my back.
The stronger they strangle the life out of me, the more lightheaded I get. The last thing I see is Nikolai’s manic face
“Payback time, motherfucker.”
34
MIA
I’m undeniably undergoing a drastic change and the worst part is that I can’t describe it.
All I know is that I’ve never been happier in my life.
Free.
Wild.
With no limits but the sky itself.
It’s all because of the crucial role Landon plays in my life. Ever since he forced his way past my walls, I’ve been experiencing a curious sense of novelty, adventure, and happiness.
That’s when I realized that before him, I was only living, never truly alive. I was so caught up in my childhood tragedy that I let it shackle and dictate how I should live my life.
But it doesn’t matter how confident or determined I’ve been, I still let the monster control the very foundation of my being and steal my voice forever.
Maybe that realization is why the recent bursts of happiness I’ve been experiencing seem flawed with a huge black hole in the middle.
Unless I deal with it, I know the hole will keep widening and possibly devour the good. At this point, I’m no different than a kid building a house of sand on the beach and expecting it to remain standing after being hit by a wave.
I still choose to hold on to the vain hope and the sparks of happiness with the desperation of a drowning woman.
I just can’t consider any different circumstances where complete happiness and peace is entirely impossible.
