Kinda short, my dudes
Sorry :(

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Oneshot 9

Maeve

"I'm done."

Aïsha turned to look at me. Whether it was because of the words I had uttered or her shitty suitcase I had slammed on the ground, was debatable. I think both.

"What?"

"I'm done, Aïsha."

She stood up from the kitchen chair, her arms crossed.

"I don't want to do this again, Maeve," she said, frowning. "I thought we settled-"

"We didn't settle shit! You do the same thing over and over and over again," I interrupted her.

She walked towards me, but I held my hand out to stop her. If she touched me, I wouldn't know what to do. Her touch would be too confusing. I can't yield. Not again and definitely not this time.

"Really?"

"I don't want you to touch me right now. I just want to leave!" I pointed at the suitcase. "And I don't give a fuck if I'm taking your stuff."

"Is this about yesterday? About the party?" She looked confused, arms still crossed in that defensive mode she knew I detested.

I laughed. Not because what she said was oh so funny, but because we've been doing this dance for the last three months.

"Party? Seriously? After every fucking argument we've had, you still think it's just about that?" I scoffed, gripping the handle harder. "It's about respect, about boundaries, and... you promised."

Aïsha shook her head, and I knew she was getting mad. "That's not fair. You know how hard it's been for me. I need-"

"Time? Ha. You've had three months of time, but the only thing you've actually done is party, drink and get wasted!" I dropped the suitcase and threw my hands in the air.

That set her off. "My fucking grandfather died, Maeve! Can't I get a break? Can't I grieve?" She walked closer, almost yelling. "Am I not allowed to get it all out?!"

"Of course, you are," I shouted back. "Of course you can--have to grieve. That's totally normal, Aïsh." I swallowed, deflating as her big doe eyes looked at me with anticipation. "But the drinking and the dissapearing... I can't do it any longer. Yes, you're hurt. I know you and your grandfather had the best of bonds. I know he practically raised you. I know you lost your best friend."

"Maeve..."

"But I'm here too. I'm still here, baby. And I want to keep being there... But I can't do that if you keep doing this shit. You're hurting me too."

Her big eyes filled with a substance I hated seeing there. I hated seeing her sad, but at the same time I felt relieved. Finally, after three freaking months, I got to see a real emotion.

Aside from all the pent-up anger.

She cast her eyes downwards as I moved closer to her, a bit of hesistance in my steps. When I reached her, I slowly traced my fingers along her forehead.

Her eyes moved up and met mine. "I don't want to be done. I don't want to lose you."

"I don't want to be done either. You think I want your shitty suitcase? Or to move out of our apartment?" I whispered. My eyes didn't leave hers. They couldn't. It was always like this with the two of us. I could never tear my eyes of her and vice versa. Not now and not then. "But things have to change, baby."

"I know, Mae." She grasped the hand that was tracing her features and slowly brought it down. My forehead replaced my fingers as it rested against hers.

"I'll find help."

As we stood there, forehead against forehead, Aïsha and Maeve, Maeve and Aïsha... I couldn't help it.

I couldn't help but believe her 100 percent.

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Aïsha

Granddad was my whole entire world. When my so-called parents made their leave, he was there.

And he kept being there.

Until three months ago, he suddenly didn't.

I didn't know how to cope, how to grieve and absorb the fact that the man who raised me, the man who saved me, wasn't there anymore. I would never see him again, and every time I got reminded that he had died so suddenly, I just needed to leave.

Drinking and partying helped me. They took my hand and together we visited new places. In the beginning, I was super excited, and I couldn't wait to explore. But when the buzz wore out, I was in the real world again. I began drinking more and more, just to feel the electrifying and numbig sensation. But at the same time, I began fearing the time when the alcohol was out of my system.

Because that's when I remembered.

Maeve.

My angel, my love...

My everything.

For a very long time Granddad was my world. But when I met her, that changed. I realized the world was way bigger than I thought. I couldn't keep leaning on my Granddad for all of my emotional shit. I needed to stop being afraid of letting people in.

I had to open up, so I did. It was the best decision I had ever made.

Maeve.

I couldn't lose her.

The drinking, the partying, the dissapearing. They didn't matter.

When she said she was done-that suitcase in hand with the zipper that never fully closed- alarm bells went off.

I needed to change.

For her. For myself. For Granddad.

For all of us.

And I was going to, a hundred percent.

As I lay in our bed, her head on my chest while slow snores emitted from her gaping mouth, I promised myself one important thing.

"I won't let you down, Granddad."

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So.... I'm not dead (yet)

This is a bit embarrassing HAHAHAHAH

Yeah, well, I never promised regular updates, did I???

Hope you kinda enjoyed this thing above and yeah idk

WE OUTSIDEEEEEEE

Love you guys, thanks for reading this crap

I'm so confused tho. I love writing and all so why is it soooo hard??

WHEN I CATCH YOU WRITER'S BLOCK, WHEN I FREAKING CATCH YOU

btw, i have a lot of drafts
Here are some ideas:

-vampire king
-perfect (part 2) --> PART 2 AND 3 ARE PUBLISHED!!!
- after 5 years (idk, title is fk catchy)
-second choice (gxg, best friends)

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